Chapter 8 Chapter 7: All the Ancient Trees Into the Cangwu Clouds

pen fairy. This is a kind of feudal superstition that the Chinese people—especially the students in colleges and universities—love to see.It requires few spell-casting materials, simple rituals, convenient and easy-to-understand formulas, and does not require high psionic abilities of the participants, so it is well received by users. It is a must-have entertainment during dormitory parties, camping, and singing all night . As for risks, the people are not afraid of trouble or death. Yan Zheng looked at the table in front of him with a funny look on his face.The three of them strictly followed the requirements of Monk Peter, found a secluded room, lit candles, and removed all the metal pendants on their bodies.Now there is a wooden table in front of him, candles are lit on the four corners, and a piece of high-quality rice paper has already been spread on the table. Hanging in the air, on the top of the writing brush lay the copper coin that was given to Luo Zhongxia on Sunday.

Monk Peter carefully checked every detail of the ceremony. After he made sure that there was no problem, he let go of the hands of the three of them, and repeatedly told them not to let go without authorization. "I didn't expect you monks to play with this thing?" Yan Zheng said. Monk Peter said lightly: "The pen fairy is essentially a kind of use of the spirit of the pen, which depends on talent. Talented people are naturally good at arranging pens. The little monk is favored by the Buddha, although he vowed not to do it. He is an official of the pen grave, but he has some experience in manipulating the pen spirit."

Nineteenth said: "Master Peter is right. There have always been a few people from the Zhuge family and the Wei family in the past. My brother Zhuge Yihui also has the same talent, called Bi Tong." "But, can this thing really ask for something?" Yan Zheng asked.He has used this method to coax female college students before, and liars are often the least confident in deception. Monk Peter said: "A serious pen master, besides using a pen, must have a good psychic as an intermediary. The copper coins given on Sunday are not ordinary things. I think I can give it a try."

In order to ease the atmosphere, Luo Zhongxia turned to Nineteen and said, "Nineteen, did you play with this thing when you were in college?" "No, I didn't go to college, and I went to private schools at home since I was a child." Nineteen replied lightly. Yan Zhengdao: "That's such a pity. University is a very important step in one's life experience. Skipping classes, sleeping in bed, going to fellow villagers to meet and fall in love, these are all indispensable." Nineteenth heard him speak solemnly, and asked curiously, "What is lying talk?"

Yan Zheng proudly said, "Lying down, talking lying down in the girls' dormitory. I was in the dormitory of the school girl..." Luo Zhongxia heard his words getting more and more outrageous, so he quickly stopped and said: "Don't be verbose, let's start!" Nineteen pouted. She received Zhuge's elite education since she was a child, which was very strict, but she had little contact with society. Only Fang Bin could give her a brand-new feeling that she could not experience in Zhuge's family.Now hang out with Luo Zhongxia and the others every day, listening to their nonsense and bragging, although sometimes I find it ridiculous, but I also find it quite fun, more casual and comfortable than the rigid and rigorous family.Thinking of this, her heart warmed, and she couldn't help but look at Luo Zhongxia more. This guy is okay, but he is stupid. He is ignorant of girls' thoughts to the extreme, which is a bit regrettable.

In contrast, Mr. Fang, who is considerate and considerate, is such a good person.When Nineteen thought of this, his heart darkened, his eyes were still there, and its owner was already a ghost from himself. Luo Zhongxia didn't know that Shijiu suddenly felt these emotions. He held the brush tightly and stared intently at the copper coin on the brush, for fear of losing it.After the identification of Monk Peter, this copper coin is a Yuanyou Tongbao running script folded five iron model copper, which was cast during the Yuanyou period of Zhezong in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it can be regarded as an antique.The four characters "Yuanyou Tongbao" on the copper coins were written by Sima Guang and Su Shi, two contemporary writers, so they have strong spiritual power and have the effect of attracting spirits and bringing luck.

Monk Peter briefly explained the method and principle of inviting a pen fairy. He said that as long as Luo Zhongxia moved the eyeliner, the spirit of the pen would be poured into the brush through the square hole of the copper coin, and then he would ask questions according to the method of inviting a pen fairy. Can answer all questions.In the past, the finishing touch was made through Luo Zhongxia's prophecy. Luo Zhongxia's mental strength was not strong enough, and the prediction effect was often not good.Now this method relies on the pure spirit of the pen, and the ability should be several levels higher.

According to Monk Peter, the pen fairy was originally a ritual invented by the predecessors to invite the spirit of the brush. Later, the pen mound was closed, and later generations spread rumors, so the pen fairy became a superstitious toy for ordinary people. "Then let's start." Luo Zhongxia said in a deep voice.Both Nineteen and Yan Zheng subconsciously clamped their pens tighter and closed their eyes at the same time.Monk Peter was afraid of disturbing the ceremony, so he left the room first. Luo Zhongxia gathered his consciousness, concentrated his heart, and opened his eyes in response to the sound, a faint green light appeared on his chest.After a while, the copper coin also shone like stars, and a faint wisp of smoke floated out from Luo Zhongxia's chest, quietly, as if being pulled by something, it went straight forward.The three of them didn't dare to vent their anger, for fear of disturbing the aura.

This spiritual energy floated over the copper coins, and the cloud wings rolled.The four characters "Yuanyou Tongbao" on the copper coin are brilliant and colorful. Although it has been a thousand years, the vigorous writing power of Sima Guang and Su Shi is still there.These four characters set up four light curtains, gradually introducing this spiritual energy into the end of the writing brush. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if a faint green light was drawn between Luo Zhongxia's chest and the writing brush. When the whole brush was covered with dark green, the brush began to vibrate by itself.The three people holding the brushes looked at each other, and said in their hearts: "Here we come." Luo Zhongxia read softly according to the rules of inviting the brush fairy: "Zier Brush Fairy, when can I come?" The brush paused, slowly A perfectly round circle was drawn on the rice paper in an orderly manner.

coming. Nineteen indicated with his eyes that Luo Zhongxia should be more cautious, they only had one chance to ask questions.Monk Peter warned that the pen fairy is dangerous after all. The pen spirit itself is quite fragile and must answer the caster's questions. Doing so is as dangerous as opening a living person's chest cavity to the air and letting him run .If one is careless, the pen will be destroyed at the slightest, and the person will die at the worst.Before the ceremony, the monk Peter warned Luo Zhongxia repeatedly: "You can only ask one question, no matter whether the answer is satisfactory or not, please quickly take back the spirit of the pen after asking, so as not to cause disaster."

Luo Zhongxia cleared his throat, and asked the question he had planned in advance: "Where is the next one born among the seven princes of Guancheng?" This is a well thought out question.Originally, Yan Zheng suggested to ask "Where are the seven Marquises of Guancheng?" but it was rejected. This question is too complicated, and the finishing touch may not be able to handle such a big question, so it is better to be careful. What is most important to them at present is not the names of the seven marquises of Guancheng, nor the methods to open them, but their locations.As long as you find the right location, what to do next is a headache for Sunday—anyway, the request made on Sunday is just to "find" the Qihou of Guancheng, and it's another matter if you can't get it. After asking this question, the brush paused for a long time, only the dark green surrounding it kept turning, like the reminder light of a computer running crazily.Luo Zhongxia felt that the spiritual thread connecting himself and the brush was getting tighter and tighter, and he had already started to feel a strong sense of discomfort, as if someone was pulling his internal organs out. Seeing his slightly furrowed brows, Yan Zheng and Shijiu could only look at each other in blank dismay. The balance of the ceremony is extremely delicate now, and they were afraid that any extra movement would destroy this balance.Just when they were feeling uneasy like walking a tightrope, they suddenly felt their hands start to move. The candle flames at the four corners of the table trembled suddenly in the closed room, and the writing brush held by the three hands began to move mysteriously, as if drawn by an invisible force, elegant and delicate.The three of them knew in their hearts that they absolutely did not move on purpose, so the only thing that could push the writing brush was the fourth hand—the eye-dotting thread that was attached to the writing brush and connected to Luo Zhongxia's chest. The nib of the writing brush simply licked the ink in advance - dipping too much will easily cause dripping ink stains, dipping too little will not be enough to write the words - at this time, the soft whiskers of the three purples and seven sheeps are driven by the spirit of the pen. Next, draw a series of ink marks on the white rice paper, and write a copybook. The pen masters who are usually invited can't answer a sentence, they can only draw circles, and it is rare to be able to write one or two crooked Chinese characters.However, the invited dotting pen spirit seems to have a well-thought-out plan, and the strokes of the strokes are sweeping, like a calligrapher who is doing his best, and the strokes are calm and unhurried. It's just that as the ink characters appeared on the rice paper, Luo Zhongxia's expression became more serious, and the spiritual thread connected to the brush on his chest trembled more violently, like strings being plucked rapidly, making people feel that it might happen at any time. broken.Yan Zheng and Shijiu saw it and were anxious, but the pen spirit was still writing on the rice paper and did not dare to make any moves. About a minute later—in the eyes of the three people, it was probably longer than three hours—the pen spirit drove the brush to finish the last heavy stroke, and the spirit thread was already stretched to the limit. At the moment when the tip of the brush was separated from the rice paper, there was a crisp sound of hard bamboo cracking, and the writing brush was broken into two pieces from the middle; while the Yuanyou Tongbao bounced high and shattered in mid-air.As soon as the copper coin was shattered, the dark green aura was suddenly pulled back from the brush, and bounced violently back to Luo Zhongxia's chest, causing Luo Zhongxia's figure to shake, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. "Luo Zhongxia!" "Midsummer!" Yan Zheng and Shijiu were so shocked that they lost their minds, they let go of their hands together to help him by the shoulders, preventing him from falling under the chair.Luo Zhongxia's face was extremely pale, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't.The effort required to invite the pen spirit was much greater than imagined, and Luo Zhongxia even thought for a moment, "It's too hard, let's just die like this." The four candles were all extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness.Nineteen helped Luo Zhongxia to sit on the sofa next to him, and Yan Zheng turned on the light.Monk Peter and Zeng Guifen, who had been waiting outside impatiently, stepped into the room immediately when they saw the light. After Yan Zheng pinched the others for a while, Luo Zhongxia recovered a little.He looked around, regardless of his lack of strength, he pushed away the water glass that Nineteen had handed over, and said in a low voice, "Quick, hurry up and see how Dianjing answered." Monk Peter strode up, holding up the rice paper with both hands, and saw four large characters written in flamboyant and ink dripping on it: "The Victory of Kuocang". ※※※ The Kuocang Mountains are located in Chuzhou in the east of Zhejiang. There are many scenic spots under the jurisdiction of Kuocang.In the northeast, there are Tiantai Mountain and Tianyujing Cave, the sixth cave in Yunei, which is known as "majestic and vast, towering rooftops"; in the southeast, there are Yandang Mountain and Tianweiyu Cave, the second cave in Yunei; Kuocang Cave, which is the tenth cave in the universe, is the tenth cave in the universe; Linhai Cave Forest, where the caves are clustered like a forest, is located on the east slope; All pray to the fairy cave.Not to mention Zhang'an Five Caves, Zhixi Six Caves, Wukeng Eight Caves, Furong Six Caves and Chaoyang Three Caves, which are arranged according to the number of stars. There are many famous sceneries in the mountains, each of which is good at its own scene, and there are caves and blessed places everywhere, and there are traces of immortals. Any scene placed elsewhere can be called a superb scene.It's a pity that there are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in Kuocang Mountain. Once there are many magnificent scenery, they will disappear among the mountains. Although there are many fairy mountains in Kuocang, and there are many fairy caves, it is nothing more than a miracle of good fortune. The heaven and the earth are gathered together. Since the orogenic movement a million years ago, they have lived in peace with each other, and I have stood firm.However, there is nothing in the world, and the mediocre people are disturbing themselves. Since human beings have appeared, according to their wishes, this mountain must also be ranked. It seems that without the number of seats, it is difficult to determine the priority. Since there is a time, there will be a master. There are no two masters in the sky, and there are no two masters in the earth. Naturally, there can only be one place that can take the top spot in Kuocang Mountain. Only then can you convince everyone, and you can be worthy of the four characters of "Kuocang Zhisheng"—— Speaking of this, Ju Shigeng deliberately pulled out a long voice. Luo Zhongxia knew the teacher's problem of being hesitant to speak, so he had to patiently stand by, not daring to say anything more.He risked his life yesterday, please use the finishing touch to write down the words "Kuo Cang's Victory".But the meaning of these four words was not clear, several people discussed it for a while, and Luo Zhongxia decided to ask Ju Shigeng for advice the next morning. After all, Ju Shigeng is a great Confucian of the time. He only glanced at these four words, and then he said a lot, citing extensive evidence, but he missed the point.Luo Zhongxia just wanted to know where this place was, but Ju Shigeng just played tricks here. "Teacher, which one is worthy of these four words?" Luo Zhongxia put his hands down respectfully.Ju Shigeng made three chapters before teaching him, asking him to follow the ancient law to enforce the disciple's etiquette, not to show any disrespect to the teacher, and only by saying that the body is upright can the heart be upright.Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to follow his advice. Ju Shigeng glanced at him, but shook the rice paper, and suddenly changed the topic: "Which master wrote these four words? It's really powerful and hearty, and it must be a man with a deep heart who can't do it." !" Luo Zhongxia thought to himself that he couldn't tell him about inviting the pen celestial being. He was anxious, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, so he could only say embarrassingly: "He is a reclusive master, and the student only received these four gifts from him." A word, but I don’t know its origin.” Ju Shigeng sighed: "Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy. Now that the world is out of touch and people's hearts are not old, it's really rare to have such a heart out of the world, and to write such out-of-the-world words." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Luo. Zhong Xia stroked his white beard with a steady expression on the outside and anxious on the inside: "Do you know why I didn't answer your question, but instead came to praise this calligraphy?" "Students are stupid." Luo Zhongxia spent dozens of days trying to fill in the culture, and occasionally he could pull out a couple of polite words. Ju Shigeng said: "The Kuocang Mountain Range covers hundreds of miles, and there are no fewer than dozens of famous mountains. However, there is a saying that "the mountain is not high, and there are immortals to get its name." Only then can you show superiority." He paused for a while, and continued: "So the victory of Kuocang is not the merit of landscape, but the victory over culture. It can be seen that the merit of Chinese studies can even win The opportunity of heaven and earth, the coincidence of winning good fortune." Luo Zhongxia nodded secretly, aside from his paranoia about Chinese studies, Ju Shigeng really had a unique vision.The finishing touch is that one of the seven marquises of Guancheng is hidden in this "Kuocang Zhisheng", which is undoubtedly a very cultural place. Ju Shigeng raised his finger: "So after the four words "Kuocang Zhisheng", there are actually three more words, which is a complete poem." "Appreciate further details." "The victory of Kuocang pushes Nanming." "Nan Ming?" "That's right, it's the Nanming Mountain outside Lishui City." Luo Zhongxia breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Mr. Ju, you would have said it earlier, so why bother to make such a big circle, but said: "I would like to be taught by the teacher." She turned around and wanted to leave. Ju Shigeng called him back again, and said, "Are you going to Nanming Mountain?" "Exactly, I want to learn from the ancient pottery, so as to cultivate my body and mind." Luo Zhongxia replied casually. Ju Shigeng didn't know whether to believe it or not, he sat on the sofa with drooping white eyebrows, leaning on a cane with both hands, and said to Luo Zhongxia who was about to step out of the door: "Zhongxia, come here." Hearing the call, Luo Zhongxia had to turn around, thinking that the teacher would not be like Jin Yong's novels, and suddenly imitate Xuanci and say "Xuzhu, come here. Once you create karma, you will get karma. You have been in Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years." Years, I didn't know you were my son." He was thinking wildly, but Ju Shigeng changed his tone and said slowly: "Although you and I are masters and apprentices, the time we teach together is very short. What kind of person are you, what are you busy with every day, and why did you suddenly come to ask for advice?" Chinese studies, in fact, being a teacher is not very clear. But as a teacher for a day, I will be responsible to you, there is a sentence, I might as well give it to you before parting." "Teacher, you don't teach me anymore?" Luo Zhongxia raised her head quickly when she heard this, a little surprised. "I'm getting old, and my body is not good enough. I can't handle the work of preaching, teaching and resolving doubts. Speaking of which, you are still my last disciple." What Xia wanted to say, Ju Shigeng waved his hand to signal him to listen first, and continued: "I don't know why, from you, Zhongxia, I can always feel a completely different temperament, one is reckless, like That day when you first clashed with Zheng He in my class, you were as simple and real as you were, expressing your emotions straight from your heart, like a child’s heart.” "Oh, it's just hooliganism, I know it." Luo Zhongxia thought to himself. "But when you came to me to ask me to teach Chinese studies, I felt that you were a different person. Mencius said that I raise my righteousness. If a person has reached a certain level of Chinese studies, his temperament will be very different from ordinary people. It's the same, but this is especially prominent in you. For some reason, I always feel a very familiar feeling, even a little awe, which clearly comes from you, but is alienated from your own temperament, which makes it hard for me to understand. " Luo Zhongxia was sweating profusely. The teacher is worthy of being a teacher. He can be so keenly aware of the secrets in himself only by relying on his knowledge of Chinese culture.He was hesitating whether he should tell the story about the pen tomb, but Ju Shigeng raised his crutches and stopped him: "Everyone has secrets, and you are no exception. Why did you change like this, and where did you come from?" , is good or bad, as a teacher, I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. As a teacher, I just have a hunch. The awe-inspiring aura in you, dignified and ancient, cultivates the soul, which is the realm that my generation of scholars dream of all their lives. It is an honor for this old man to be your teacher." "Whatever the teacher says, it is a student's blessing to learn everything from the teacher." Luo Zhongxia said this from the bottom of his heart. Ju Shigeng said: "Teaching others is worse than teaching yourself. As a teacher, I don't want to be a mediocre teacher who talks about how to be a man. I just have a sentence for you, which can be regarded as a gift before parting." Luo Zhongxia felt a little moved In his mind, Ju Shigeng has always been a strict teacher, even a bit old-fashioned, but unexpectedly he is also a sincere and affectionate old man. "Please teach me, teacher." Ju Shigeng waved his crutches and said, "It's a rare encounter in a thousand years for you to have such a special encounter. It's just that the way of spirituality cannot be united with you. If there is a great advancement, it must be revealed and preserved. If you have a feeling, if you live benevolently and practice benevolently, you will be able to live forever. The so-called destiny is nothing more than that.” Luo Zhongxia suddenly had mixed feelings.What Ju Shigeng solved was the most confusing dilemma in his heart.Fang Bin taught him to change his destiny, but Sunday said he had to follow his fate. Although the former made progress, he failed in the end; although the latter was convenient, he was still unwilling.He was at a loss as to where to go. Ju Shigeng saw his bewilderment early on, and couldn't help smiling slightly: "Confucius said: Let heaven know your fate. From now on, your fate depends entirely on your own thoughts. It is only eight words for the teacher to send you. Enlightenment and non-enlightenment , it's all up to you." He got up to get the pen and ink, leaned over the desk and worked hard, writing in one stroke, as if he had exhausted all his energy and blood.After finishing the last stroke, the old man threw the brush several feet away, ignoring Luo Zhongxia who was standing beside him, and stepped out of Songtao Garden, his back bent, but stretched by the setting sun. Luo Zhongxia lowered his head to look, there were eight large characters written on it, the style and rhyme of the strokes were actually similar to those written by Dianyan, as if they were written by one person. "Don't go against your heart, just do it yourself."