Although I had visited Songyang Temple with Zhuying in the last rain, the viewing door was closed at that time. Du Shiyi looked at the various buildings with flying eaves and brackets through the towering walls. He only felt that it was elegant and profound in its magnificence. A few days ago, Sima Heiyun sent an invitation on behalf of his master. Today, the Taoist boy introduced him to the main gate. Only then did he appreciate the true style of the first view of Songshan.

The pillars on both sides of the mountain gate of Songyang Temple are engraved with dragon and tiger cloud patterns. The plaque on the door was written by Emperor Gaozong. Even though Du Shiyi has been used to the rubbings of countless famous steles and calligraphy works since he was a child, he had to admit that the flying white hand was really extraordinary. However, he also knew that he was invited to visit today. If you want to visit, you can take a moment to follow the Taoist boy in front of you immediately. Before, Sima Heiyun sent someone to invite him. He thought it was his way, but he didn't expect that the Taoist boy led him in all the way, but in the end he led him to a big house with a blue-black roof and a tall eaves.

"Mr. Du Xiaolangjun, it has arrived."

"This is..."

"This is the Feixing Pavilion of the Scene Master, and both the Scene Master and Mr. Sima and Master Sun are among them."

After coming, he was at ease. Du Shiyi calmed down and crossed the threshold from the bamboo curtain raised by the Taoist boy. Bypassing the four paper screens outside, he realized that today there were more than a few people in the Feixing Pavilion, and he was full of guests. On the main seat in the center was an old man in a gray Taoist robe. He should be very old and gray. At first glance, he seemed to have kind eyebrows, but when he looked closely, he seemed to have a little sharpness. At the lower left, he sat the grandson of the Taoist Taichong whom he had seen. On the right, another old Taoist was also sitting on the seat that was level with the old Taoist at the main position.

The old Taoist's temples were white and his face was rosy and energetic. However, he could not tell the age of the person for a while, and felt that it seemed to be a different kind of vicissitudes. Compared with Sun Taichong's smile nodding and the slight nod of the master's old Taoist's slight nod, the old Taoist's temperament seemed more relaxed and leisurely. He instinctively felt that this was the old man who reached out to help in the rain, the master of Sima Heiyun.

Below these three people, eight or nine people on the other seats were of different ages. Some were wearing Taoist robes, while others were wearing civilized clothes and Confucian blouses, without any gold and jade. However, the bronze cage in the room was burning with fragrant and elegant spices. The maids standing with their hands were all beautiful, and everyone was holding white porcelain teacups on their seats. The screens painted with various colors of people on the outside were just a glance, but they saw the signature with sharp eyes. It was Yan Liben, who was not very famous as an official, but his figure paintings were the best in the early Tang Dynasty!

It is said to be a Taoist temple, but this style is even more so than that of the Du family of Fanchuan, who have had high eunuchs for generations!

"Du Xiaolangjun, this is the Lord of Song Guan. The Lord of Song Guan, this is the Du Shijiulang of Jingzhao."

Sun Taichong was the only one among the people who had seen Du Shiyi. He had to stand up and introduce him one by one. After the master of the spectator Song Fuzhen, he immediately turned to the Taoist with frosty hair, "This is Mr. Sima from Tiantai Mountain. His servant must be familiar with Du Xiaolangjun."

Only the surname is not the name, and although Sima Heiyun had been to the thatched house several times before, he never mentioned his master. At this moment, Du Shiyi naturally couldn't help but feel even more puzzled. After Yili met Mr. Sima, he met other people with Sun Taichong. Some of them were Taoist priests who practiced in Songyang Temple, and some were children from aristocratic families from Luoyang, the eastern capital. However, when he finally came to the end, he was searching for memories quickly because the person seemed to be a little kind-faced, but the man stood up and bowed with a smile without waiting for Sun Taichong to introduce him.

"Wei Du in the south of the city, the giant clan in Guanzhong, has been with generations. Fanchuan is so prosperous that it is here. Everyone in the Jingzhao Mansion knows the reputation of Du Shijiulang, and Taoist Master Sun doesn't need to explain it anymore. Du Shijiulang was four years old and could write and write at the age of six. I didn't expect that I would see the style in Songyang again today." He said a little, and then smiled, "Speaking of it, Shijiulang and I have met several times. Doesn't Shijiulang remember it?"

The speaker was about 18 or 19 years old, wearing a black slut, and a handsome face as if it were a handsome man. Standing in front of him, Du Shiyi could clearly smell the fragrance that came to his face. Naturally, he would not regard people as women because of this. It is important to know that the Tang people like incense the most. Most famous families have secret methods to make incense. The young man opposite was just a strong fragrance. However, when he heard that the other party was complimenting him as soon as he met, he couldn't help but frowned, and then asked: "Brother, is he a native of Jingzhao Mansion?"

"Zhijiulang is really a noble man who forgets things! I am Liu Ximing, who often calls friends to visit Duqu in Fanchuan, so I have seen Shijiulang several times over the years."

When he answered calmly, Du Shiyi glanced at the others on the seat. Seeing that most of them were looking at them with interest, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect that I met an old friend in a foreign land. Since my eldest brother is also from Jingzhao Mansion, the news seems to be a little late. A serious illness a year ago not only almost killed Du Shijiu, who was only slightly famous in the past, but also made me feel nothing from then on, and I could hardly make any decent poems and essays. If my young sister had not taken her to Songshan for medical treatment thousands of miles away, I would have been afraid she would not have stood here."

As soon as these words came out, those Luoyang people were still thinking about the famous name of Du Shijiu in Jingzhao. They had never heard of it. But at this moment, when Du Shiyi said the truth, their expressions were different. Some people shook their heads and shook their heads secretly, and some were gloating. However, no matter what they thought in their hearts, many people looked at Liu Ximing with their eyes. Faced with these obviously different gazes, Liu Ximing could only say calmly: "I have been in Luoyang for more than half a year, and I really don't know that Shijiulang was unfortunately causing this sudden disaster."

"Damage is where good fortune depends, good fortune is where bad fortune lies. Only when we suffer this sudden disaster will we know that family affection is precious, otherwise we would not have seen the light of day again now, and we would not feel that bad luck is coming, but we are resentful of the so-called "successful talents."

After calmly revealing the fact that he had completed his talents. After hearing Liu Ximing's defense, Du Shiyi seemed to be fine. After bowing to the fortunate meeting again, he sat on the last seat in the lower head of Liu Ximing in the thoughtful eyes of everyone. Just look at the seats of his age today, this is the seat he deserves.

"It is rare that Mr. Sima came to Songyang Temple. Since you have visited you just now, you don't ask for advice in person now, when will you wait?"

The viewer Song Fuzhen, as if he hadn't noticed the embarrassment in the room just now, made his opening remarks. It was not until this time that Du Shiyi realized that he was invited today that Sima Heiyun had already come to see another grand event. He didn't know who Mr. Sima, whom he had no idea, was actually a sacred place. Not only Taoist priests, but also someone in Luoyang came here, including Wang Zheng. As he thought about it, he couldn't help but look up at him curiously, but he didn't know what he was sacred.

"I have read Mr. Sima's "Theory of Sit and Forgetfulness" many times. Among them, it is said in the fifth True View that even if you have something to seek, you should not have the intention of gain or loss. However, if you are born in the world, unless you have a saint, you will be demanding for gain or loss. I dare to ask Mr. Sima, where will this desire for gain or loss be destroyed?"

A young scholar's sudden question made Mr. Sima withdraw his gaze that he had just looked at Du Shiyi, and immediately said with a smile: "It is precisely because it is difficult to do so that I can do it in the theory of "Sitting and Forgetfulness". Gains and losses are desires, and desires are nature. But since you have to sit and forget them, how can you be calm if you cannot abandon these? Just like a pure person outside the world, if you are like those scholars who seek origin in the imperial examinations and officials who only seek further development in the court, you have to ask for a reputation that will make the world famous for a while, then you are too harsh. I said back then that Yin and Yang numerals are just heresy, and they are useless in governing the country, and even more useless in self-cultivation. If you really want to be pure and seek to escape, you must first start by self-reflection. Zengzi said, I will examine my body three times a day, this is the ultimate truth, and I will encourage you with you!"

Seeing many charlatans in history books and classics, Du Shiyi, who had been half-believing and half-doubting about the gods and Buddhas, could not help but cheer secretly. Seeing that the others on the seat were also nodding frequently. He originally thought that this incident would be difficult to resist today, and he had to cheer up. Sure enough, people asked again and again, from the question of his mind and breaking the relationship in "Sitting and Forgetfulness" to the gradual method of entering the Tao in "Tianyinzi", and then to the so-called conquest and treatment of diseases. When he was excited, Liu Ximing, who had just been silent after being questioned by him, suddenly spoke again.

"Mr. Sima's way of being convinced and healthy is said to be extremely respectful to the Supreme Emperor. I wonder if he is a condition like Du Xiaolangjun, if he is convinced and healthy, can he recover from his former literary sensual surging in the future?"

This question was not only tricky, but also pointed the finger at Du Shiyi. The four seats were silent for a moment. Du Shiyi just frowned slightly, and then looked at Mr. Sima who was smiling thoughtfully on the seat. However, he saw that the man still stroked his jaw with a smile. Then he nodded and smiled: "What you want to be healthy is to nourish your body and live long, but if you want to achieve results, it is a matter of many years. It is not a shortcut to Zhongnan. If you accept it, you can have a spring of literary thoughts and not be squeezed out by someone? Furthermore, Du Xiaolangjun's disease has been diagnosed by his prescription, and now it is no big deal, so I will not interfere. Of course, if Du Xiaolangjun intends to learn to breathe and convince him, then it is naturally nothing."

These words were half joking and half serious, and everyone on the seat smiled. As for himself, Mr. Sima had already answered, and Du Shiyi said calmly: "It is a blessing to be cured from a serious illness. If you ask for something else, you would be too ungrateful. If you cannot be a literary scholar, you may not be a legal official; if you do not be a legal official, you may not be able to study martial arts and kill enemies; even if you do not become a martial arts, you may not be a bookworm; if you cannot be a bookworm, you may still be a farmer!"

Liu Ximing's words were blocked by Mr. Sima's moves a lot. At this moment, he heard Du Shiyi's last half of his words, and he couldn't help but sigh: "How humble the pedestal man is? Why should the 19th Lang be so discouraged?"

"The farmer may not be humble. Didn't Zhuge Wuhou also farm in Nanyang?" Du Shiyi deliberately confused the word "Buddling in "The Memorial to the Emperor" and did not necessarily mean it. Then he said with a smile, "It is important to know that when the day is hoeing the grains, sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard. Without farmers, wouldn't others starve to death?"

This was just a common idea, especially when he heard Du Shiyi say that it was a big deal for the farmer, many people frowned and whispered. However, when he heard the four lines of poetry that blurted out at this moment, many people gradually showed thoughtful expressions in the room. After a long time, grandson just coughed lightly and spoke first: "These four lines of poetry tell the hard work of farmers, and I don't know the name of this poem..."

"Pity farmer."
Chapter completed!