Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 300

A true word is passed on, and a thousand volumes of books are falsely passed on.

Mr. Zhang Lao's "true biography" is not as short as one sentence, nor is it as many as ten thousand volumes.

In almost a month, the old gentleman finished talking about a total of one thousand herbs.

At the beginning, I only talked about one flavor a day, and then slowly accelerated, from one flavor a day, to a few flavors a day, to a dozen flavors a day, to dozens of flavors a day...

It's not that the teaching is getting rougher, but that as he studies, Xu Guangling's understanding of the pharmacology of medicinal materials is getting deeper and deeper, and he has a deeper understanding of the relationship between medicines, so what he shows is that The speed of its absorption is getting faster and faster.

In a sense, Mr. Zhang Lao was passive and had to speed up the progress of teaching.

Then this day, in the study.

"Learn and practice it, isn't it also a talk? It's a pleasure to have a friend from afar? People don't know but don't feel sullen, isn't it a gentleman?"

"Zhuoyan, today, I will tell you this sentence."

It is no longer the teaching of pharmacy, Zhang Lao said to Xu Guangling like this at the beginning.

Xu Guangling was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Learn, cognition."

"Learn, learn from books, learn from teachers, friends, and others. No matter how deep you learn, it is someone else's stuff. Just like "Moonlight Before the Bed", no matter how deep you understand this poem, this poem Poems belong to Li Bai, not to you."

Zhang Lao looked very serious, and said slowly.

Xu Guangling nodded seriously.

He understood what the old man meant.

The "belonging" here is not the ownership of creative rights, nor the acquisition of content, but the possession of life.

Li Bai owns this poem.

Thousands of years ago, a man named Li Bai traveled abroad for his ideals and to help the world.

One night, maybe just after dinner, or maybe because of tossing and turning, Li Bai was strolling in the yard.The moonlight is like water, pouring down from the sky, covering the entire courtyard, and also covering the bluestone and railings beside the well in the courtyard.

The dew has just condensed, the moon is like water, and the night is like frost.

It was quiet and cool.

At this moment, the moonlight is like water, and thoughts are like water.

The river and the sky are all the same color without any dust, and the moon is alone in the bright sky.Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time?When did Jiangyue shine on people at the beginning of the year?The generations of life are endless, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

This year the color of the flowers will change, next year when the flowers will bloom again, who will be there?It has been seen that pines and cypresses are destroyed as salary, and it is even heard that mulberry fields have become seas.The ancients did not return to the east of Luocheng, but today people are still facing the wind of falling flowers.One year spent similar, each year is different.

The taste of the world has been like a gauze for years, who makes the horseback rider Beijing?

There is nothing wrong with life, suffering is tempted by the taste of the world.Now I am the only one who is alone, and I will run strong.

……

About the world, about life.

About ephemerality, about eternity.

About the present, about the future.

Many possibilities.

What was Li Bai thinking at this moment?No one else knows except himself.

And in the end, this night was fixed by "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think about your hometown." These twenty words freeze the frame.

This night belongs to Li Bai.

With twenty words, he extracted this night from the long river of time and space, and hung it in the sky for countless latecomers to watch.

This is Li Bai's life.

This is Li Bai's past.

This is a fragment of Li Bai's life.

As far as Xu Guangling is concerned, he is just a spectator, an appreciator, and one of the countless subsequent viewers.

This is not his life.

This is not what he used to be.

Never in his past life had there been such a fragment.

"After learning comes learning."

"Learn, practice, practice, practice."

"Using learning to guide learning is the meaning of learning."

"You meet all kinds of people in your life and experience all kinds of things. This person speaks eloquently, but that thing is completely different. Learning and learning, cognition and life, occasionally and often, meet and collide in two."

"Every meeting, every collision is a reunion of old friends."

"What has been learned is activated in that instant."

"Many cognitions, one of them, suddenly become alive, from books, from others, from your memory, come out, enter your heart, and stay in your life."

"It's a kind of joy that life is going to be fulfilled."

"There is this kind of joy in life all the time, surrounded by this kind of joy, you will not complain about heaven or others, whether you are in good times or in adversity, whether you are supported by thousands of people, or you are a If people live simply, you will be equally stable."

"Get happiness from the true nature of life, not dependent on the outside world, not dependent on others."

"This is a sentence I want to warn you by borrowing the opening chapter of Confucius' Analects as a teacher."

Zhang Lao spoke slowly and earnestly.

"Disciple, remember!" Xu Guangling said solemnly.

"I know you will keep it in mind. In fact, with Zhuoyan's character, there is no need to give such a cumbersome reminder to the teacher." Zhang Lao shook his head, smiled, then stood up from the chair, and opened the big desk of a drawer.

Afterwards, the old man took out two small notebooks and handed them to Xu Guangling.

"Zhuoyan, come, take it."

Xu Guangling took it from his hand and looked down.

Two small notebooks.

One is a medical certificate.

One is the certificate of consultant physician of the Central Health Bureau.

"Teacher, this..." Xu Guangling pointed to the second small notebook and said to Zhang Lao.

"It's just a name, and there is no salary." Zhang Lao smiled and said, "Zhuoyan, you keep these two small books, and you may need them in the future."

If it was in the past, when he didn't know the identity of the old man, Xu Guangling would probably be surprised by these two documents, especially the latter.

But now, he was just surprised, but not surprised at all.

"Okay, Zhuoyan." Zhang Lao said lightly, "From today onwards, I have nothing to teach you. From now on, if there is nothing else, you don't need to come here again."

"Teacher, you want to drive me out and don't want me anymore?" Xu Guangling was really surprised at this time, and then said pitifully.

"Idiot!" Zhang Lao took Xu Guangling's two hands, wrapped them in his two big hands, and held them, "You are the teacher's disciple, and you will always be. You are the pride and pride of being the teacher. The future is now."

"It's just that the chicks leave the nest eventually."

"Moreover, the growth of a great master requires a higher, farther and larger space, and he cannot always live in a small building."

"Leaving here, you can truly stand up for yourself."

The old man spoke slowly, but also very emotionally, even with emotion.

Xu Guangling's nose was sour unconsciously, but he still smiled and said, "Teacher, if I don't come, who will cook the dinner every day?"

"You really think of yourself as a cook?" Hearing Xu Guangling's words, Zhang Lao scolded with a smile, "Let's go, let's go now, and don't let me see you for at least a year!"

Xu Guangling fell silent.

After a long silence, he gave the old man a gentle hug.

The old man patted him on the back.

"Boy, just give your teacher a hug, I don't?" Mr. Chen said at this time.

"Mr. Chen, in the hearts of my disciples, you are my teacher as well. You have been my teacher for a long time." Xu Guangling turned around and hugged the old man gently just like he did to Mr. Zhang just now.

"Zhuoyan, come on!"

"I'll wait for you to come to see us two bad old men after you become a great master."

Old Chen said in a low voice.

He also said "humble words" to Xu Guangling once again.

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Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Lang rides a bamboo horse to get around the bed to get green plums.

Friends who are not familiar with ancient life and terminology may not know that the "bed" here is not our bed today, but the fence of the well.Therefore, in the above two poems, the scenes of the poems are all outside, in the yard or in places such as the entrance of the village outside, rather than in the house.

A little explanation.

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(End of this chapter)