The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

In the evening, there was another sound of hoofbeats, and the hundred riders came back victoriously wrapped in captives, gold and silver, blood and dust. Zhang Zhihe saw those with their hands tied, pulled in a row, and staggered. Most of the captives were women and children. They had never even seen a boy who was taller than a wheel, and they guessed what was going on. They frowned, but they didn't want to look any more.

Diba packed some exquisite gold and silver jewelry on a tray and sent them to Shen and Zhang for selection. Zhang Zhihe lay back and squinted his eyes, pretending not to see them.Shen Zhongyu raised his middle finger, tapped on the short table in front of him, and said: "I have said long ago that I have been waiting for my brother for many years, but I don't need food and drink."

Diba took back the gold and silver consciously, bowed and said: "Here." His face implied a bit of joy, but more regret, although the gold and silver are heavy, they are not as good as getting a relationship with an immortal master.

Shen Zhongyu is an old man, seeing the change in his face, she guessed what was going on in his heart, and she didn't care about it, she just wanted to send him away, so as not to disturb the two of them.

Diba took two steps back, but called his little girl over, and said, "I'll serve you here."

Shen Zhongyu saw a young girl who was no older than thirteen or fourteen, with slightly dark skin, who lowered her head and saluted respectfully, but couldn't help but raise her head to look at the two of them, her eyes rolled nimbly, quite lively and angry, Outburst, said: "You find a place to sit by yourself, if something happens, we will call you again."

"Okay." She answered cleverly, and then said, "My name is Baoyin." Sitting aside, she fiddled with the hem of her skirt and looked towards this side.

Shen Zhongyu poked Zhang Zhihe's waist and said, "Are you unhappy?"

"I was unhappy at first, but after thinking about it carefully, Bodhisattvas are afraid of the cause, and sentient beings are afraid of the result. Probably this is also the reason." Horse thieves do evil, it is the cause; their families are punished, it is the result; businessmen take revenge, it is the cause; killing people, it is the result ; Cause and effect are endlessly entangled in it, but once you enter it, you can't help it.

"It's okay to think like this, but we, as practitioners, follow the way and don't be ignorant of cause and effect." Shen Zhongyu said, if because of fear of cause and effect, we can only hide in the mountains and meditate, how can we cultivate the way?Seeking the Tao is a process of removing the false and preserving the true. If there is no practice, how can we realize it?Didn't understand?How to unite knowledge and action to find the way?

When Zhang Zhihe heard the word "not ignorant of cause and effect", he chewed it twice, but stood there in a daze. After a while, his face lit up with joy, and he said, "I think I understand", and then he talked to the little girl. Baoyin said: "What will you do with the people you captured?" Baoyin replied: "Of course they will all be sold as slaves."

Zhang Zhihe took out a dazzling red gold bracelet, handed it to her, and said, "This is for your father. I will redeem these people. Let them be released when they leave the desert." Gu Zi took it over and looked at it, then stuffed it back, and said: "There is no need to do this, father will definitely listen to what you say."

"Just take it for you."

But Baoyin hid back, jumped up, and said, "I'll ask my father." Then, he ran out.

Seeing Shen Zhongyu looking at him, Zhang Zhihe looked slightly embarrassed, and said, "Sir, don't call me fake, I just have a disturbed conscience."

"You have a clear conscience, why ask me?" Shen Zhongyu stopped teasing and said seriously.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe paused, and said seriously, "Yes, sir, I understand."

After a while, Diba came back with Baoyin, and after a while of courteous pushback, finally the red gold bracelet remained in Baoyin's hand.

Baoyin shook his hands lightly, looking at the radiant red gold bracelet in his hand, he felt even more happy, and he was even more attentive to Shen and Zhang, offering tea and water whenever there was a need.

It was already evening, after dinner, the men played the huqin, and the women also began to sing and dance.The singing is accompanied by the sound of the piano. The lyrics are continuous, like clouds stretching in the distance, or like wind blowing quietly near, biting into people's ears. It makes my nose sore when I listen to it, but I don't understand the meaning of the lyrics. Kind of boring.

The Baoyin girl who was at the side saw that the two were thinking, and explained: "This is a song that has been passed down in our family for a long time. A long time ago, there was a widow named Uledan, in the language of your Central Plains people It should be called Zhaoxia. Her husband was also a businessman and died at the hands of horse thieves. The people who went with him only brought back his clothes. After she heard about it, she sang this song..." She stammered the lyrics The translation into the language of the Central Plains sounded dry to the two of them.Finally, Zhang Zhihe said, "Teach me the language of your clan."

Baoyin looked at him, his eyes widened, and after a while he said: "Okay." But he still secretly glanced at him suspiciously, maybe a month at most, can this be learned?

Zhang Zhihe did what he said, he will start learning Hu from Baoyin tomorrow, and if Baoyin is not free, he will learn from others.As a foundation cultivator, he was able to communicate with people fluently in Hu language in just seven days, and he was teaching them how to write.Unfortunately, many of these merchants are illiterate.There are only a few leaders who can read, and they can read but not write.

Zhang Zhihe had no choice but to borrow the scriptures handed down by them to read.This family of Hu people came from the country of Zan at the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and the whole country believed in the Lotus Sect.The Lotus Sect is a branch of the Lotus World Lotus Temple in the old Western Buddhist country. , Jingju Temple, etc. Among them, the Lotus Sect controlled Zan Guo, a small Hu people's country in the Western Regions, and developed very prosperously.

After watching it for less than half a month, I entered Yumen Pass.Zhang Zhihe watched Diba let the slaves go away, so he bought a pen, ink and paper from the study shop and came back. On the table in the lobby of the inn, he wrote most of the scriptures silently with a pen, and wrote them in the book. The images are the same, even the traces of insects biting and gnawing are traced.

Diba took the book and compared it for a long time, and said: "The good scriptures written by the master, why not give it to me."

Zhang Zhihe didn't like the old man's calculations, so he just waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, old man." Then he asked the little Baoyin girl who was biting her finger, "How about it? You can sing it again and I'll listen to it." gone."

Girl Baoyin blushed and said, "Okay."

Diba felt embarrassed, put away the writing paper and went out, called the assistant to put the luggage, untied the horse and let the donkey go.

Baoyin wrung his fingers and stood by the table. Seeing Zhang Zhihe looking at him seriously with a pen in his hand, his face became more flushed, and he sang in a low voice, with a bit of clumsy and aura full of caution. The little bird flew out like fluttering wings, first gliding at low altitude, and then flew higher and higher, reaching into the sky.

The girl's voice was originally delicate, but at the end of the song, she probably thought of the people who died along the way, and became choked up. The elegy was not only sad, but also had a fierce hoarseness.The sound of singing floated to the street, and the barbarians who came here to do business didn't say anything, but they also sang the familiar tune when they heard it.

Zhang Zhihe finished writing in no time, and then found another piece of paper, after thinking about it, Yi Yun translated the lyrics into the Central Plains characters, and wrote them down one sentence at a time.Shen Zhongyu turned his head and looked over, and saw that he was writing upright and upright, with the decisive style of a swordsman, but this masterpiece is not as good as the handwriting, but it is a seven-character folk song: the vast sea and yellow sand are empty, and pedestrians are still there East after East.

The waves of the river cannot pass, and the dream of passing through Guanshan is like a flying canopy.

Yuebaisha is cold without bones, and the soul vaguely recognizes the old face.

The reception should be the same as the pillow mat, but when I wake up, it is the wind at five o'clock

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After Baoyin finished singing, he wiped his tears with the back of his hand, came over, saw the square and black characters on the top of the paper, threw away his hands and went out to play with others, saying: "I don't understand, how do you read it? "

Zhang Zhihe looked at the back of Baoyin going out, and was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, just about to put away the writing paper, but was held down by Shen Zhongyu and looked up.

Shen Zhongyu said with a smile: "Azhi writes well, please write one with me."

The author has something to say: not to be ignorant of cause and effect means not to be afraid, try to escape from cause and effect, walk straight, and have a clear conscience.