Chapter 7 Chapter VII

At the beginning of this century, Yuan was born in Gengzi and leaped in August. It has been twenty-six years since Emperor Dezong of the Qing Dynasty, Aixinjueluo Zaicuo, ascended the throne. At the turn of spring and summer, Beijing, the Boxer Rebellion; the Eight-Power Allied Forces plundered the Old Summer Palace again; the Empress Dowager Ci received with Guangxu and his party, first bestowed the dead concubine Zhen, then fled the palace, passed through Huailai, Xuanhua, Datong, Taiyuan, and fled to Xi'an. At the same time, the seventy-one-year-old Hangzhou Renshi, the left servant of the household department and Shangshu Wang Wenshao, did not realize that the hydrangea thrown to him by Shi Shi would be so terrified.On July 21st, Ciqing summoned princes and ministers five times, and finally only Wang Wenshao, Gang Yi, and Zhao Shuqiao remained. "The most important thing is to leave the imperial capital in a hurry, and weep to the veterans." When Cicio left the capital, there were few ministers escorting him, but Wang Wenshao and his son, who had no sedan chair to hire, walked for three days, and Yu Huailai caught up with the master. As soon as his knees softened, he started to swim freely.The Empress Dowager West saw that the civil and military preparations of the Manchu Dynasty were scattered like birds and beasts, and that this old man from Jiangnan came after her alone. She was filled with sorrow and emotion, so she took off the jade of the jade that she was wearing with her, a piece of embryo, and gave it to him as a gift.The last prime minister of the Qing Dynasty and the 2,000-year-old Chinese feudal dynasty was recorded in the annals of history in such embarrassment and pain.

At the same time, in Hangzhou, the hometown of Wang Wenshao, known as the paradise in the south of the Yangtze River, a group of secret anti-Qing patriots formed a party, echoed Sun Yat-sen's Xingzhong Society in Hong Kong, established the Zhejiang Association, traveled east to Japan, and plotted to rebel.There are also some businessmen who do not want to rebel but want to make money to set up factories, open mines, and run industries in order to become prosperous and strong.five years ago.Pang Yuanji and Ding Bing raised 300,000 yuan to set up a world-class silk factory in Ruyili, Gongdingqiao; five years later, despite the murder and arson in the capital, a man named Zhuang Songxian in Hangzhou pooled 70,000 taels of silver to set up the factory. Made use of flour mills.In another year, Hangzhou's first vernacular newspaper - "Hangzhou Vernacular News" will be published.

At the same time, when the Boxer Rebellion was raging in the north, all the large and small teahouses all over the city of Hangzhou were also extremely busy.One of the focal points of discussion among the citizens was the fate of that Hangzhou native named Wang Wenshao. In Sanyayuan these days, no one sings operas, and no one plays chess.The game against the wall had been played for many days, and even the white piece was stained with dust. Someone happened to pass by and set a piece, and his finger turned black.Niupi Amao was very happy, the seven-star stove was glowing red, and the copper teapot was polished day by day, whistling one after another, emitting white gas.Wu Sheng, the doctor of tea at Longxing Teahouse, is not a few steps away from him. He often comes over to reveal some news, and when he meets him, he gives a thumbs up: "Boss, there are so many people here every day, what big books are they listening to?" ?"

"Thanks to the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, the fourth son of Zhao and the young master of the Hang family are talking about big things in the court every day!" Amao attaches great importance to this shrewd and clever boy. Wu Sheng has a natural and well-behaved look of a slave, and his eyes that are rolling around can be seen at a glance, and he was born to look at his face.He asked, "Where are you?" "The red-nosed head can't hold on any longer." Wu Sheng made a disdainful gesture, "A person who runs a teahouse business and eats oily fried rice, how can he be your opponent? Wait and see his downfall!"

Amao handed him a few copper coins: "You know it, I heard that he is terminally ill and wants to sell the house, you know it." "Boss Amao, what did you say, I wouldn't count it? If I hadn't been stared at by you, wouldn't I have been here as a waiter all morning? A person like me would go to Sanya Garden to make a living, boss, would you still be willing?" I want it." "You are young, and your mind is so sharp. I will naturally repay you for what you do. You are still not clear about this? I heard that Wu Chaqing is also interested in your teahouse. He wants to Return it to its original owner!"

"Oh, I've never heard of that." Wu Sheng's big black and white eyes hesitated for a moment, and Niu Pi Amao laughed loudly, "You and Cha Qing are fellow villagers, and we often meet in the Anhui Guild Hall. Don't know? Let me tell you that you are tender, flatter both ends, slap both ends, and be careful that both ends are empty." Ah Mao went upstairs to listen to Mr. Zhao Si talking about current affairs, but he didn't take Wu Sheng seriously. In those days, Hang Tianzui couldn't sit still at home, and ran out every now and then, Lin Ouchu ordered him to stare at him.This guy who was born as a tea farmer in the Wengjia mountain in the suburbs was over thirty years old, married a wife and had children, and didn't know Qin and Han, no matter Wei and Jin.Has the Boxer Rebellion rebelled?Rebel, have the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered the Forbidden City?Let's fight, did Lafayette escape?Run away, is the tea harvest going to fail next year?Smell, grab it, and jump up from the top of his bed that is used as a bed board at night--come in a hurry, don't come.Seeing that the young master was so unintentional in studying and running around, he was very worried, so he said, "Master, didn't you go to Qiushi Academy? My wife said, that means you have been admitted to the number one scholar, and you have come out to be a county magistrate."

"What is this? Brother Jike dropped out of school and practiced martial arts in Baiyun nunnery every day. His father originally expected him to inherit the family tradition and hang the pot to help the world. Now, he is expelled from the house." Tianzui sighed, Falling down on the beautiful couch next to him, "Everyone calls him unworthy of his descendants and willing to degenerate. I think he is a man of ambition, daring to act boldly, and not afraid of risking the world." After asking for a while, he said, "Everyone has his own aspirations!" Hang Tianzui jumped up from the couch all of a sudden: "It's better for us to be a hero and confidant. If you send a famous Hakka doctor from generation to generation, in his hands, you can still throw it away. I can't, this family, this tea Zhuang, how can you allow me to move half a step? Alas, depression, depression, it drives me crazy."

Then he said seriously: "Master, I'm not talking too much, you really need to be cured of your madness. You are a single heir of four generations, how can you compare with Mr. Zhao? Mr. Zhao's family has four brothers. Five! Don’t talk about going to Baiyun Nunnery, even going to the moon, who can control it? You are different. Wherever you go, you carry a Wangyou Tea House on your shoulders.” Upon hearing this, Tianzui began to stomp his feet and get a demonic attack: "If you don't shut up and go out, even you will teach me like this. I just want to go to the moon to see Niang'e's appearance. What are you thinking? I’m a tea farmer all day long, do you want to use the tea house to force me to death?!” After finishing speaking, he pushed the Four Treasures of the Study on the table, and the exquisite nose twitched nervously, and then He got out and walked out, walked a few steps and then came back, looking for the silver taels in the drawer.Looking at his young master, he knew that he was going to leave him and run out to hang out again. How could this look like a scholar, like a young master!

During that time, Zhao Jike was the most eloquent, and Niupi Amao became his foil. "According to my opinion, the imperial court is currently divided into three forces." Zhao Jike did his part, holding the square pot that Tianzui brought to him, filled with steaming Longjing tea, and a large group of men, leaning or sitting, waited. Listen to his discourse.Those entertainers who usually sang in halls, at this moment, gave up the status of the protagonists, and instead became the audience. "One faction advocates the re-use of the Boxers to help the Qing Dynasty and destroy foreigners, with Wang Zaidiao, University Scholars Gangyi, University Scholars Xu Tong, Shangshu Chongji, Dai Xun, and Xu Chengjing as the main ones; the other faction advocates the suppression of the Boxers, with the Ministry of Officials as the minister Xu Jingcheng, Minister of Dachang Temple Yuan Diao, cabinet scholar Lian Yuan—and also, our Shangshu Wang Wenshao of the Ministry of Human Resources and Accounts in Hangzhou is the main one. The neutral between these two factions naturally formed the third faction."

While Zhao Jike was taking a sip of tea, Niupi Amao interjected, "I heard that the Boxers have a slogan that they want to get the heads of one dragon and two tigers to sacrifice to ancestor Honggou and old mother Lishan!" "How do you say that?" a city guard named Zhou Zhide asked. "One dragon refers to Guangxu. Two tigers, one is Li Hongzhang, and the other is Wang Wenshao." Hang Tianzui also interjected: "This Wang Wenshao is really fateful. I heard that he kowtowed his head to the ground in the imperial court. The Chen Ci said: Since the Sino-Japanese War, China has run out of soldiers and wealth. Strong or weak, it is obvious that if you don’t do it, how will you do it well, I hope you will think twice.”

"Then what does the Queen Mother say?" Another year-old tribute named Cui Damou also asked anxiously. Niu Pi Amao interjected again: "The queen mother didn't speak, but Tang Zhengzai, who was standing behind the queen mother, said - kill this old slave." Zhou Zhide slapped the table and said, "You should be killed! You should be killed! It's embarrassing for the people of Hangzhou." "For the sake of foreigners, you should expel the nationality of Hangzhou people, so as to relieve your hatred!" The one named Cui Damou also interjected. At this time, there was another Eight Banners boy standing and holding a birdcage, named Na Yunqing, nicknamed Yun Zhongdiao, who was Wan Fuliang's nephew.Because he was fighting birds with Zhou and Cui the day before yesterday, unexpectedly his mynah was compared by two Han people, and he was angry, so he sang the opposite tune and said: "The Han people are just Jian, and finally the Qing Dynasty took a fancy to a great scholar. To actually kill him is to be satisfied with being a slave." That Zhou Zhide was born in martial arts, he was also fiery, he patted the table and said: "What do you know? Teach your starling to look good, and then talk!" Cui Damou was not to be outdone, and said: "The Han people talk about high and low, they only look at loyalty, filial piety and righteousness, and don't look at the upright flag and the flag. Whoever betrays the country and seeks glory, no matter who it is, it is cheap!" Then Yun Qing threw the birdcage and shouted: "You traitor, how dare you call me a lowly eagle in the cloud! Today I want to compete with you, and we will see who is superior!" After finishing speaking, he straightened his sleeves.Hang Tianzui couldn't see the shabby appearance of this shabby Eight Banners boy the most, so he hissed with his mouth and waved his hands outside: "Go, when, who has the time to listen to your gossip?" When Yunqing saw that there was another Han coming to help, she became even angrier. She pointed at them and said, "Riding a donkey to read the libretto, let's wait and see!" While ridiculing Yun Zhongdiao, the rest of them kept asking Zhao Jike why Wang Wenshao's life was saved again.Zhao Jike said: "It was the foreigners who saved him. On the second day of the imperial meeting, Empress Dowager Cimo killed Yuan Dan and Xu Jingcheng. A few days later, she killed Xu Yongyi, Lishan, and Lianyuan. Wang Wenshao should be killed next. , Rong Lu, unexpectedly the Eight-Power Allied Forces have arrived at the root of the imperial city, and Ci De wanted to kill him, but it was too late." Only then were they satisfied, and Wang Wenshao from Hangzhou finally found his whereabouts.As for other people, people don't care whether they kill them or not. "This Wang Wenshao, if he doesn't do well, he will return to his hometown to raise his relatives like in the past few years. I heard that there is a Wangzhuang outside Qiantang Gate, which is used for the elderly." "What about foster relatives? A few years ago in Hangzhou, my mother, son, and daughter-in-law all died around the same time. His family suffered a serious illness and lost their ears!" Someone retorted. Niuhide Amao likes digging the soles of people's feet the most. At this time, he asked Xiao Er to pour water into each person's pot and said, "You are all good when you are an official? This Wang Wenshao has never wanted good ones since he was a child. Everything in the house is not good. I just woke up after gambling. Unexpectedly, at a young age, I would flee to Xi'an barefoot with the emperor. Fortunately, Cige didn't know about his rotten scars since he was a child, so he rewarded him with a piece of precious jade that he wore close to his body!" There are people Zhao Jike and Hang Tianzui: "You two scholars, according to your opinion, who has the prestige of the imperial court or foreigners?" Zhao Jike stood up, feeling that the people are so ignorant that even today, they still take the imperial court seriously, so he sneered and said, "Isn't the emperor still in Xi'an? You can't even get into Beijing, so it's okay." Who will occupy whose prestige?" Hang Tianzui also stood up, holding the Mansheng Pot that never left his body in his hand, walked to the door, turned around, and sighed inscrutablely: "Great Qing Kingdom, alas-..." Everyone watched the two scholars walk away eagerly.They couldn't figure out for a while, whether this "Great Qing Dynasty, alas..." should be followed by "-you are too disappointing", or should be followed by "-you should be finished". The current situation is changing day by day, but the people of Hangzhou still live their small days with sunrise and sunset.Liu Shaotang, governor of Zhejiang, joined the "Southeast Mutual Protection Charter" alliance signed by consuls from various countries. As a result, the topics of daily discussion among the tea guests in Sanyayuan also changed back and forth along the wind direction. The winter from Gengzi to Xinchou was, for Wang Wenshao, a native of Hangzhou, a winter when life was in crisis.At that time, Zaiyou and Gangyi had fallen out of favor for offending foreigners; Zhao Shuqiao, Minister of Military Affairs and Minister of Criminal Affairs who accompanied the Queen Mother to Xi'an, was also sentenced to beheaded.Only Wang Wenshao, who was promoted to the University of Renge University, all internal and external affairs of the Qing court were handled by Wang Wenshao alone. The cowhide Amao has changed from digging the soles of the Hangzhou fellows to putting gold on the faces of the fellows.He still likes to make tea for those who come to chat and drink tea with bird cages, and he still thinks that others don't know the old news he said: "Don't say, ah, this Wang Wenshao is really a strange person! He is a good gambler." The family was naked, he cried a lot, and threw all the dominoes into the West Lake. He started to study hard at the age of sixteen, and was awarded a Jinshi at the age of twenty-three. He was said to be a famous person in the household department office. Woolen cloth." The cloud green carved in the cloud also trembled.He was still holding his starling cage in his hand, and while feeding it gushingly, he said triumphantly to everyone: "The day before yesterday my brother came back from Xi'an and told me about Zhao Shuqiao's death. It's called life hard." A group of old tea guns heard that there was another murder to be heard, so their eyes sparkled with excitement, and they said, "Say it quickly, let's listen!" But Yun Zhongdiao sold Guan Zi and said, "Listen to what I can tell you about Chou Yinmao, let the one surnamed Zhou and surnamed Cui say it!" Then someone said: "Uncle Yun doesn't know something. These two were arrested by the government the day before yesterday, and they didn't know what crime they committed." Diao Fang in the cloud sneered and said: "These two people talk nonsense and are so rampant on weekdays, they actually committed a crime?" Niupi Amao said: "How do you say that? The Zhao Shuqiao you mentioned just now, last year the Empress Dowager ordered him to show courteousness to foreigners from all over the world. Why did you kick him to death this year?" Yun Zhongdiao snorted, and said: "It's this Zhao Shuqiao who doesn't know what's going on. It's nothing more than saying that the ministers have low expectations. In this world, there is no such thing as a slave refusing a master, let alone a minister. Lafayette, it is still sympathetic to him to grant him death. It is a pity that he could not accept this kind of favor. He swallowed the gold first, and then he was fine after vomiting for a while. The family members soaked the wine with yellow paper, covered the seven orifices layer by layer, and stayed up until dusk, when they were exhausted and suffocated to death." When everyone heard this, they were all surprised, they had never seen such an invincible person.Genuine goods were discussing with relish while sipping tea, and there was a bang, only to hear someone slapping the table, and everyone saw that it was still Zhao and Hang, the two scholars, who walked away with serious faces.Everyone didn't understand where they were offended again. While talking, several days passed.At this time, the prefect Lin Qi died of illness early years ago.I only heard that after the Gengzi year, there was a discussion about running a school again, and the academy planned to change its name to "Zhejiang Qiushi University Hall".During that period of time, Zhao Jike was rarely with Hang Tianzui, and was only busy with a thousand people all day, worrying about the "Zhejiang Association" they established last year.Hang Tianzui also knew that they were anti-Qing, and asked him to participate, he said: "I agree with anti-Qing, but I will not join any associations that want me to join. I have two fears in my life: one is afraid of economic articles, Second fear of murder and arson Zhao Jike then stopped him: "You are using strong words! When will you see a revolution like murder and arson?" "Look at the Boxers, didn't they kill and set fire?" "Killing foreigners is another matter." "I don't care about foreigners and Chinese people. Killing people is a sin. It was the first one who killed people and brought things to a dead end. Later people followed suit and caused chaos in the world." Zhao Jike waved his hand, and stopped arguing with him about this matter. He went back and said to his comrades: "You should take advantage of it, and don't have any hope for Tianzui. He is a noodle that can't be scooped up, and a dou that can't be supported!" " Some comrades asked: "Such a useless person, what kind of brother do you have with him?" Zhao Jike smiled and said: "The ruler is short, but the inch is long. He may be useless in the revolution, but Tianzui is the most reliable in making friends. When he becomes the owner of Wangyou Tea House in the future, he will have to follow Where does he collect money to fund the revolution?" Everyone laughed out loud. If Zhao Zhiguo didn't come, Hang Tianzui would be bored at home, and there would be no fun anywhere.At noon that day, Zhao Jike hurried over and said, "I want to tell you something, but if I tell you, I'm afraid you'll be shocked!" "There's nothing to be scared of. Tan Sitong was beheaded in Beijing. I wasn't even startled! What else can I do? At worst, I'll be beheaded." Hang Tianzui lay on the couch with a dog-skin mattress on his feet, lazily Say. "It's beheading. Did you hear about the case of Zhou Zhide and Sui Gong Cui Damou the day before yesterday?" Hearing this, Hang Tianzui was really taken aback when he heard this. He quickly got up and peeked out the window. Seeing that his mother was not there, he turned around and said in a low voice, "This week, Cui and other dozen people are the same as you and my father." World friend, my mother tried to force me to drop out of school after hearing this. Why, didn't you say unjust imprisonment? Could it be that she also wanted to beheaded?" Zhao Jike stared at Hang Tianzui's changed face, and said, "It's not that I'm going to be beheaded, but I've already been beheaded!" Hang Tianzui's voice changed, and he asked, "When and where?" "Today at three o'clock in the afternoon, under the city of Qiying." "Isn't that just before you came here?" Hang Tianzui asked in surprise. "I saw it with my own eyes." Hang Tianzui sat in front of the couch, and after a while he said: "These people were originally well-behaved officials and gentry. After the Kangliang Reform, Xi'an had the change of serving officials and killing teachers. What's the difference with Hangzhou, which is thousands of miles away? What a great injustice! What a great injustice!" Saying this, he got up, hurriedly changed into a plain white robe, and a pair of cloth-embellished black shoes, and said, "Brother Jike, accompany me to the city to pay a memorial service. Bar." Just as the two were about to leave, Hang Tianzui came back to the tea urn under the cupboard, carefully wrapped a pinch of black tea and a pinch of green tea in peach blossom paper, swirled them gently, wrapped them up, put them in his arms, and said, "My God Drunk commoner, I have nothing to offer, but to take you with me." The two hurried out of Yangbatou and headed for the camp under the lakeside. There is a smog of smoke in the setting sun of the pavilions, Xiao Lin's carts and roads are flat, the clay oven soil is very desolate, and there are still bricks left to mark the old years. In the fifth year of Shunzhi, 1648 A.D., the Qing army entered the pass and entered Hangzhou, and immediately went to Wushan.Sanqiu osmanthus and ten-mile lotus have changed their colors since then.There are many Hangzhou people loyal to the former dynasty. Hundreds of people died every day when they went to the Henghe Bridge, and the river became blocked.For this reason, the Qing court chose the west corner of Hangzhou City to enclose a thousand acres of land and build a city to garrison.It is nine feet high, leaning against the old city wall in the west, and facing the lake as a moat.From the east to today's Zhongshan Middle Road, to the north to Qiantangmen, and to the south to Yongjinmen.The head of the city is wide enough for two horses to run side by side, and there are Yanling, Yingzi, Pinghai, and Gongbiao Chengqian. When Zhao Jike led Hang Tianzui to the execution ground in a hurry, there were still bloodstains on the ground, but the murderer, the citizens who watched the murder, and the body of the murdered person had all disappeared. It was at dusk in early winter, the city gate was not yet closed, and there was a cold wind blowing on the lake.The sun was setting and the sky was leaden gray. The flag soldiers under the city returned to the guard post, huddled and dare not come out again.Under the huge city wall, there are only Zhao and Hang, and a little boy squatting at the base of the wall with a basket of dried Fujian fruit. At the sight of blood, Hang Tianzui turned his head away and closed his eyes, only to hear Zhao Jirong growl in a low voice, "Open your eyes and look at today's China. Isn't it full of wronged souls and ghosts everywhere? It's been three hundred years since bootleggers ruled China. , Blood debts must be paid with blood. If the Qing government is not completely overthrown, what happened today will surely happen again tomorrow." Hang Tianzui closed his eyes, clasped his palms together, and put them on his chest, his forehead was slightly lowered, and there were words in his mouth.In an instant, dense tears gushed out from between his trembling eyelashes, but he ignored them and let them flow.Zhao Jike stood by Hang Tianzui, listening to him recite the impromptu sacrificial oration: At three o'clock in the winter in Xin Chou, Jun and a dozen people drank and hated Huangquan under the city wall.It's a pity that I can't give you one last ride.Immediately arrived, people died, the spectators scattered, and the executioner put away his sharp knife.The sad wind whimpered on the lake, and the setting sun was sad, which I couldn't bear to witness.Where can I go to pay homage to your souls?Only the green blood on the ground cried out its grievances to Shengmin. You are all well-behaved people who abide by their duties, and have not committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, so why did you suffer such a catastrophe.Could it be that the end of the world, when people are being killed indiscriminately and people are killed like hemp, has really come. It's really sad that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and the rabbit is dead and the fox is sad.How did I, who had no idea how to make a living in the world, face such a shadow of fear?Apart from closing my eyes and deeply chanting sutras for your dead souls, I can only use this clean mountain grass to cover the bright red human blood under the bright sun.Woo hoo. After feeding her words in her mouth, with her eyes still closed, she fumbled and took out the bag of half red and green tea leaves from her bosom, opened it, took a bunch of it with her fingers, and then quietly and whimpered, sprinkled it on the bloody place. The ground was swept away by the evening wind, and after turning over a few pieces, the green tea leaves were also stained red with blood, sticking ominously and sadly to the sandy soil. Hang Tianzui slowly opened his eyes, and swept across the ground in a daze. Suddenly, he shuddered, staggered, and fell on Zhao Jike, who was concentrating on the side. Seeing Hang Tianzui's appearance, Zhao Jike quickly said: "Go back, this is not a place to talk." Hang Tianzui turned around hesitantly.Q: "I seem to hear something." Zhao Jike also stopped, and listened carefully: "It must be the sound of the wind blowing the leaves." "It's the sound of the piano." The little boy who had been squatting at the base of the city wall spoke now. "How do you know?" Zhao Zhike asked. "Aren't I listening?" The kid stood up. "I come here often to listen." "Who's playing the piano?" "On the lake, an old monk." The child pointed to the lake outside the city wall. "how do you know?" "I often listen to it." The little boy was a little proud.Although the clothes looked shabby, they were cleanly mended, which made people feel pitiful. Zhao Jike handed him a copper coin.Hang Tianzui also touched his pockets, unexpectedly he changed into a long gown just now and left all the money at home.He thought for a while, then put all the bag of tea leaves in his arms into the child's big dried fruit basket, and said, "This is the cleanest good thing, and I give it to you. Little brother, go home quickly. God It's getting dark, your parents need to worry." But the little boy took two handfuls of dried fruit in both hands, stuffed them into the hands of the two big brothers, said "goodbye" and bowed before jumping away. Hang Tianzui and Zhao Jike looked at the back of the child going away, and didn't speak for a while.In a short while, Zhao Jike looked Hang Tianzui up and down, and there was an aura in his eyes that had never been seen before.Hang Tianzui was startled suddenly, and quickly averted his gaze. Under the old willow tree by the lake, there was indeed a small boat, with one boatman and one old sleeve.The tongqin is unfolded on the knee, the monk's eyes are half closed, and he is concentrating on playing the piano.At this moment, the grass is bleak, the setting sun is dim, and the wind on the lake is tight.Hang Tianzui listened to this music, he was very confused, his eyes became blurred again, and said: "Send guest, isn't this the abbot of Zhaodantai at the foot of Gushan Mountain? Such a great violinist of the Zhejiang School is playing here at this very moment. "Thinking of the Worthy", could it be that you lament that there are no more sages in the world, so that people's lives are taken care of, and the sadness of Buddhism really makes us feel ashamed of the people in the world." The guest had a different opinion, and said loudly: "I don't realize that the Master is here, but he is just deliberately trying to infuse the sadness. The Emperor Confucius was absorbed in the journey, and silently mourned Yan Yuan. This is the first level. But the gentleman is worried. This song is originally spiritual." The voice and the sound of the piano are silent.The general mage on the boat glanced at the two young men on the shore, waved his hand, and the boat waved away. The two young people handed each other off, and said in a loud voice with sincerity: "Master Xie, a voiceless song, can the master leave a song for the disciple?" Sure enough, the mage opened his mouth, and said slowly, "One true word." Hang Tianzui and Zhao Jike watched the boat sail towards the center of the lake helplessly.Hang Tianzui looked at the lake in confusion, and asked himself: "The mantra of non-duality means that the sound of the piano has already expressed the meaning of Zen, so words are superfluous?" Zhao Zhike retorted: "No, the master is telling us that the gentleman's worry is the truth, so why should he repeat it!" He grabbed Hang Tianzui's shoulder, "Tianzui, it doesn't matter if I tell you, I'm already planning to go to Japan ! Do you dare to walk with me?!" Hang Tianzui looked at the lake for a long time, sighed, and said, "I don't know the truth."