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The ancients paid attention to the "spirit of characters" when they wrote. In their eyes, every word has life and aura. Before writing poems and Fu, literati must clean their hands and burn incense to show their respect. The paper on which they have written is also regarded as Those contaminated with spiritual energy should not be discarded at will, and need to be burned in a special burning pyramid, which is more pious than worshiping Buddha and offering incense.

Lezhengli remembered that there was a small pagoda of burning characters in Qing'an Town, but because the custom of burning characters had changed with the years and gradually no one practiced it, the pagoda became deserted. Lezhengli remembered that when he was a child I once went to the Burning Pyramid with my friends to explore the adventure.But it has been abandoned for many years, and the pyramid has long been dilapidated. Seeing that they can't find fun, they don't want to go again.

When I got home and talked about it with my elders, my father told him that the ancestors wrote in the past, but in the end, the younger generation sent them to the burning pyramid for burning, but the ancestors stopped writing later, and the family I don't like this anymore.

Lezheng Li heard it interesting, so he thought that after he had written, he would take it to the pagoda to burn it, but when he took the homework and went to the pagoda alone, even though he was young, he still had a heart in his heart. But for some reason, I felt a sense of sadness. I just felt that the couplets and historic sites on the pyramids everywhere I saw would be imprinted in people's hearts. A kind of disrespect, so I don't do it anymore.

Later, there was a trend of protecting cultural relics and historic sites in China. As one of the historic sites, the burning pagoda was blocked by big iron chains, and people were easily prevented from entering. Lezheng Li once looked at it from a distance when he grew up. The burning pyramid seemed inexplicably lonely, so he couldn't help but describe in his heart the scene of the pious burning of calligraphy by literati, but he had never seen the real scene, and felt a little empty.

But what he didn't expect was that after all these years, he still had the opportunity to see the scene of people burning characters, and he still followed the ancient rituals of "sending the holy relics".

This episode of the program will talk about the ancient burning of characters. In many places, the burning of characters is also called the "font bank". go through.

A piece of calligraphy paper to be burned must first be thoroughly soaked in water soaked with sandalwood and then dried on the incense burner before it can be burned in the tower. Those who really like this, all of them patiently waited for the old gentleman to wash his hands and soak his words, without the slightest distraction, which caused the old gentleman to look at a few young people more, and said with a smile: "Except for my old bones and a few A student, even my family members are impatient to see this, but you can hold your breath."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the soaked paper in his hand and said slowly: "Every word must be cherished, and it is the root of the precious. A small life must be protected, and the foundation of life is also."

Lezheng Li’s usual work is mostly typing on the computer. When he was a child, the time when his grandfather tapped the back of his hand to write big characters seems to have passed in a blink of an eye. The gentleman stretched out his hand to caress the paper with great care, his heart moved slightly, wondering if it was time for him to pick up the habit of practicing calligraphy?

It will take some time to wait for the writing paper to dry again. While waiting, the old gentleman came and splashed ink with great interest, and then pointed to another person: "You! Don't look at it, it's you, I just saw you writing with your fingers. Those who draw pictures must have itchy hands? You write it!"

Lezheng Li opened his eyes wide and looked at the old gentleman, feeling very flattered. This is a habit he was beaten by his grandfather when he was a child. His hands would itch when he saw people writing, and he would involuntarily stretch out when he saw others write well. He stretched out his fingers and quietly imitated the strokes of the brush. Unexpectedly, such a subtle movement was also noticed by the old man. He was a little embarrassed for a while, and he didn't know how much he weighed?If it is put on the pen like this, it is not a show of shame but a joke.

He was timid, but Xia Ming and the others coaxed him to hurry up, Le Zhengli smiled helplessly, and subconsciously glanced at Yin Ranyi who was standing next to the desk with a camera on his shoulders, but only stared at the camera when he saw him I felt a little unhappy for a while——Obviously, my eyes would follow me before, but I didn’t care when I ate my mouth!

After a hundred generations of reincarnation, the two people's feelings for each other have been like the flesh and blood in the body, and they depend on it for a living. Although they are still mortal bodies, the tacit understanding in their hearts is getting deeper and deeper. Yin Ranyi had already raised his head from behind the camera to look at him, with a doting smile hidden in his deep pool-like eyes, "Try it."

As soon as these three words came out, it was more effective than any advice. Le Zhengli no longer refused, and made a fool of himself when he thought of making a fool of himself. Anyway, Yin Ranyi wanted to see it.

He walked up to the old gentleman and respectfully took the writing brush handed over by the other party, dipped in the ink and luckily, picked up the pen and wrote the four big characters "Xuehai Wenzong"; , After finishing the pen, the old gentleman looked at the words and nodded, but he was obviously still a little dissatisfied: "Yes, it is not satisfactory for young people to write like this... However, your hand is a little stiff, and the pen is a little stagnant. The cursive is heavy on the cloud and the flowing water, and a slight pause is a big discount."

"Yes, I haven't practiced for a long time." Le Zhengli nodded a little embarrassedly. In his own opinion, this word is extremely dissatisfied. He hasn't practiced hand-to-hand for three days, not to mention that he hasn't written it for more than half a year. .

While talking, the student who was guarding the drying paper had already dried the writing paper, and reminded them aloud, and everyone quickly changed places.

Yin Ranyi hesitated for a few steps, but in the end he turned around and put away the piece of paper that Le Zhengli had just written. He held the camera in one hand, and carefully folded the rice paper a few times with the other hand before putting it in his coat pocket. , for fear of any damage.

The font tower they went to is in a small town in Sichuan Province. The local government has specially renovated it to protect the font. Except for occasional tower sweepers who are responsible for cleaning it, there are few people on weekdays; It was chilly, and the gray-brown stone tower looked more and more gloomy and dilapidated in the cold rain, so when the group of them walked under the font tower, they felt that the place was a little scary.

The old gentleman stood outside the iron fence, looked up at the mottled traces of time on the tower body, and sighed softly, and then led a few young people in.

Lezheng Li was a few steps behind, walking side by side with Yin Ranyi who was carrying the camera, turned his head slightly and said in a low voice, "It's so pitiful."

Yin Ranyi nodded almost invisible.

What Lezheng Li was talking about was the tens of thousands of characters in the font library.

Words have spirit and can clarify the heart.The copybooks that were put into the font bank and burned sincerely can gather the shape and meaning of the characters from the ashes in 60 years, and then turn them into character spirits; so every 60 years, the school where the font bank is located will spend a lot of money to invite the great scholars of the world to "please ashes" ", that is, first burn the last copybook of the 60-year period, and then lead someone to clean up the font bank, and sprinkle the ashes left by the predecessors' burning copybooks in the valley, and then the spirits of the characters can be found. For example, from "Water "Qing, Ru, Jiang" next to the word "木" will sink to the bottom of the water, and "fir, ladle, stick" next to the word "wood" will attach to the tree...

But the font in front of me is full of half-spirited character spirits. It was probably abandoned before the end of 60 years, and no one burned the characters to ashes. Can't break free from the shackles of the font and can't dissipate, can only be imprisoned by the font day after day, year after year, until it becomes what it is now——

The font library starts from the second floor, and each floor has a passage for two people to enter in parallel. Come to the word pool for paper ashes, the word pool is full of countless "four different images" - dog head and human body, ox feet and pony tail, etc., from time to time there are intermittent whimpers from the mouth, but they keep crawling. Not coming out of the character pool - this is the unformed character spirits pasted on each other at random, as if people made a typo, they combined into the wrong character spirit.

It was rumored that the thing that wailed in the font library every night was a mixture of these half-formed character spirits. Even if it was not the first time he saw it, Lezheng Li still couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.Of course, only he and Yin Ranyi saw this scene, and in the eyes of others, it was nothing more than the paper ashes swirling slightly in the writing pool by the wind.

The old gentleman held the dried rice paper in both hands, but he was not in a hurry to burn it. Instead, he turned his head to look at the few people standing aside, and asked: "It is said that this font has been haunted, and many people It is said that this place is... an 'unlucky place'...do you know that?"

Of course they knew about this. If it wasn't for this, the filming task would not have fallen to Team A. In fact, they had done a lot of preparatory work for this font before they came here. Xia Ming was under tremendous pressure from the financial and director team. It is precisely for this reason that I slapped people on the table and strongly urged them to invite this master of Chinese studies——

When he came to visit the spot before, Yin Ranyi, after looking at the word spirits in the word pool, said with a blank face: He really doesn't know how to ask for help.One is that they really don't know the exact steps in asking for ashes, and the other is... the word "great Confucianism" is definitely not something that just anyone can afford.

Of course, they can take violent actions to counteract evil directly with evil spirits. If nothing else, just pour seven or eight buckets of black dog blood into the character pool, and these half-formed character spirits will naturally disappear without a trace. However, Yin Ranyi has always had his own set of rules and regulations. Le Zhengli once said that this person has "the heart of a child". It is also more inclined to a gentle solution.

"I know a little bit." Wei Yihong replied with a smile: "It's just that it's haunted, but nothing happened, right? As for whether it's auspicious or not, isn't that what people talk about?"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned. Seeing that the crowd looked relaxed, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the haunting, he couldn't help but smiled, "That's good. Very good."

Xia Ming and the others are a little confused, so I don't know what the old gentleman is praising them for. Could it be that they are brave?

The old man stopped talking after he finished his nonsensical words. With a solemn expression, he put the piece of writing paper on the ashes in the writing pool with both hands. Each burned a small dot, and then asked the students who were waiting quietly to fetch the incense burner burning with silver charcoal, and put the writing paper into it gently.

It stands to reason that this is the most important part of "sending the holy relic" - the writing paper was burned, but the thin rice paper fell on the silver charcoal fire, but there was no sign of burning, and the silver charcoal underneath had already ignited Open fire, but there is no trace of smoke on the paper, it is still a blank sheet of paper.

At this time, the space on the second floor was already silent, and everyone was staring at the incense burner containing the rice paper. Lezheng Li stared at it for a long time but did not see any sign of burning the paper. Stunned, Tang Zhongliu scratched his head, and muttered in a low voice: "Could it be..." Before he finished speaking, Wei Yihong covered his mouth, and the latter whispered helplessly: "You can shut up, Tang Banxian , when did you say that there are ghosts and spirits?"

Tang Zhongliu had no choice but to shut up and keep silent.

Le Zhengli looked at the incense burner and frowned slightly. In the past, maybe he wouldn't be able to see what happened, but now it's different... He stretched out his fingertips and rubbed the corner of Yin Ranyi's clothes, motioning the other party to look at it. That incense burner.

A pair of old, translucent palms were covering the surface of the incense burner with ten fingers spread wide. The rice paper seemed to fall in the incense burner, but it was always separated from the charcoal fire by a layer, so it was naturally impossible to burn.

Yin Ranyi barely found his head and nodded to show that he had seen it, but neither of them acted rashly. These hands only appeared when the old man was burning paper, and the other party obviously had no ill intentions towards them, but these hands stopped him from asking for ashes. why?They hadn't heard that the dust would get in the way of anything.

Compared with the anxiety and doubts of the few young people, the old man's expression has always been calm and calm. Le Zhengli looked at him, and even felt that he saw a trace of unspeakable guilt.

Guilt?

What is he guilty of?

The moment Lezheng Li was about to speak, the piece of rice paper flew up from the incense burner by itself without wind!

The sky was already gloomy. In order to create the usual shooting style of the program group, only two headlights were placed on the second floor of the font. Zhang Xuan paper fluttered in everyone's sight, and fell silently at the not-so-clear junction of light and dark.

The student standing aside was stunned for a long time, he moved his lips with difficulty, and asked in a dry voice: "This... teacher..."

Although it was rainy outside the tower, there was no wind inside the font library. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the student would not have believed the seemingly "anti-science" scene in front of him anyway.

Yin Ranyi frowned slightly as he watched from the sidelines, wondering if it was affected by those hands blocking the plea, the "four different images" in the first layer of the word pool began to let out uneasy growls, if they were just helpless before Shouting in distress, now it has turned into an irritated howl. Those words represent the waves crashing on the shore, the cuckoo crying, the north wind blowing the ground...all of them are visualized one by one, like a messy and disorderly The symphony makes people feel bored and palpitating after listening to it.

Le Zhengli had never wished so much for his temporary hearing loss. Without thinking about it, he held Yin Ranyi's hand and covered his ears—as expected, half of the world was clean.

A slight smile appeared in Yin Ranyi's eyes. He carried the camera with one hand, and put his arm around Le Zhengli's shoulder, and patted Le Zhengli's ear lightly. Disappeared.

Le Zhengli turned his head and smiled at Yin Ranyi, he patted the back of Yin Ranyi's hand to indicate that he was fine, then walked to the old gentleman and asked: "Mr. Xu, excuse me, is this incense burner... ..."

The moment he saw the paper falling to the ground, the old man sighed dejectedly, and his straight back suddenly collapsed, as if the strength supporting him to stand here had been taken away along with the thin rice paper.

"I probably can't help you anymore..." The old man smiled, "This spirit probably doesn't welcome me."

Wei Yihong was a little anxious, he was not in the mood to be quiet, and now seeing the old gentleman say such a sentence, he refused to speak again, and finally couldn't help it, and said: "Old Xu, if you have anything to say, just say It’s just coming out, isn’t it more powerful? Maybe we can help you find a way to solve it?”

Mr. Xu didn't mind his abruptness. He lifted the book to the student who was eager to defend himself and suppressed the other party's words. He looked at Wei Yihong and said, "Can you help me go back to 60 years ago?" ?"

Wei Yihong almost blinked his tongue: "Six... 60 years?"

It seems like a clichéd and simple story. 60 years ago, Mr. Xu was still called "Little Xu". He also had a font bank in his hometown. He also knew that every 60 years, a ceremony to ask for ashes would be held in his hometown. It was a carnival for local scholars. They Gathered from all directions, using the oldest method to piously burn letters to ashes.

On that day, Xiao Xu, who just came back from studying abroad, saw the scholars all over the city reciting the ancient sayings of the sages, and was furious for a while. After being baptized in Western thought, he believed that those "feudal dross" should be discarded, and he was full of mouth. The scholars of "Zhihu Zheye" can't save the country. They are addicted to the illusion created by ancient books. They are willing to invest money, money and manpower for such an illusory ashes ceremony, but they are unwilling to use it for industry.

So he joined forces with foreign students in the city who had the same idea as him to block the ceremony in the font library, trying to wake up other pedantic scholars from this dream. As the radical and well-deserved leader, he used an extremely rude way interrupted them-

The young and energetic student kicked over the small incense burner used to burn the characters, and the teacher who had been his school teacher fell to the ground, muttering "disgraceful".

Mr. Xu looked at the small incense burner with traces of time, and said: "At that time, my husband reprimanded me, saying that I was going to cut off the roots left by my ancestors... At that time, I thought that Western ones were good, and they kept reading What do you do with old things? Can the Four Books and Five Classics left by our ancestors teach us to build aircraft and cannons? Can they stop the enemy's iron hooves from entering the country? So I don't care and I don't believe that I did something wrong...But the year As I got older, I felt that I was wrong."

The Four Books can't teach how to build airplanes and cannons, but they can teach people to stand openly in the world. The Five Classics can't stop the enemy's iron hooves, but they can teach people how to bend rather than bend. Mr. Xu realized later that these things seem ridiculous, but they are real. Locality is something that has been passed down from the ancestors and flows in the bones and blood of every Chinese. The scholars back then may not have understood the principle of the spread of Western learning to the East, but they valued the literati's character that belonged to their own country.

When he knew that what he considered to be the supreme wisdom of Western civilization brought not only advanced technology, but also information that could "treason" from the mind without psychological burden——

That font bank has been abandoned for many years, and his husband has long been buried in the ground.

After hearing the rumors of "ghosting" in this font, Mr. Xu had more and more frequent dreams about the past, so when the program team approached him, he would bring it down without much thought.

Everyone fell silent for a while, and the eyes of Mr. Xu's students were red, but Mr. Xu comforted him. The students he brought out were determined to pick up these things. At least those "intangible cultural heritage" were not broken by him. In the hands of that generation.

Lezheng Li sighed softly, until this moment he could clearly see who those translucent hands protecting the incense burner belonged to——

That was Xu Lao's own hand.

The old man has always been brooding over the events of the past. Judging from Lezhengli's current standpoint, he was not wrong. Only empty talk can harm the country, and industry can prosper the country. But from a pragmatic point of view , under the background of the times at that time, it was obviously unreasonable and unnecessary to spend thousands of dollars for a ceremony of asking for ashes, but Mr. Xu seemed to have a calm face, but he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. Do not allow yourself to ask for ashes.

He had no choice but to take the film crew aside and explain in a low voice under the guise of discussing the next filming process. After hearing this, Xia Ming also sighed. But he knew that if the word "great Confucianism" was to be discussed in the contemporary era, apart from Mr. Xu, there would be no other in the country... Then, should this person be invited or not?

Tang Zhongliu sighed inappropriately: "Sure enough, there is still a cultural gap."

"Shut up, Tang Banxian!" Wei Yihong hurriedly interrupted him.

Yin Ranyi stood aside and watched for a while, then suddenly turned off the camera, took the incense burner in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, finally met Xu's inquiring gaze, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "He comes." He pointed to Le Zheng carp.

Le Zhengli pointed at the tip of his nose in disbelief in the eyes of the film crew, "I didn't expect you to be such a little carp": "Me?"

Yin Ranyi nodded, and then asked Mr. Xu: "The word "Great Confucianism" is not a name, but a skill, isn't it?"

Xu Lao nodded, "Naturally."

"You come." Yin Ranyi looked at Le Zhengli without any doubt.

Le Zhengli met his gaze, and immediately understood Yin Ran's unfinished words - in the hundreds of reincarnations, he was once an official prime minister who was famous all over the world, and he also once avoided the world but taught the humerus when he went abroad. but……

"It's been a long time since I started writing." Le Zhengli said, the suspicion in his eyes was obvious, even though I was the most powerful civil servant in the world before, I'm still an ordinary person who can't even write cursive script well in this life!Can it really work?

Yin Ranyi nodded.

Le Zhengli let out a breath of turbid air slowly, then well, since Yin Ranyi said yes, then he can—he has always trusted the person in front of him unreservedly, even if he didn't even believe in himself, he wouldn't Doubt Yin Ranyi.

Since the Gray Man was hired, the writing paper would naturally have to be replaced with a new one. Lezheng Li was still thinking about whether he had to finish his writing another day, but Yin Ranyi took out a paper from his pocket with a blank expression. The squarely folded rice paper is exactly the one he wrote before.

"You..." The people behind Le Zhengli and the program team stared at Yin Ranyi dumbfounded, but the latter didn't give them any time to ask questions, and said calmly, "Let's go."

Yin Ranyi was right. When the "four images" in the character pool gradually separated and gradually formed, even those who couldn't see the scene below could clearly feel that there was something different in the character pool—those people who had entered the tower. The depressing air seems to be passing away quickly, and a pleasant fresh air is slowly replacing it.

According to Mr. Xu's step-by-step dictation, the last step is to open the "locked door" at the bottom of the font library, so that the characters in the font pool can find their homes. Everyone walked downstairs slowly. The rust was rotten, Lezheng Li just pulled lightly, and the iron lock on the small door fell off. He subconsciously took a step back and bumped into Yin Ranyi's arms. The man's solid chest was so warm that it made him You can rely on it with confidence.

In front of the two of them, square or elegant Chinese characters escaped from the door one by one, each stroke of them was tinged with light blue fluorescence, as beautiful as a butterfly fluttering its wings at night.

"Beautiful... so beautiful." Mr. Xu sat on the stone steps, looked up at the little fluorescent light in the gloomy sky, and laughed. At the end of the laugh, tears fell down. His students were so shocked that they couldn't speak. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the sky, and from time to time some cool raindrops fell into his mouth.

"It's a pity that this scene couldn't be filmed..." Xia Ming shook his head and sighed. He had never thought that Chinese characters were such a beautiful thing.Wei Yihong and Tang Zhongliu were also dumbfounded, and they felt that even the most exquisite painter could not describe one tenth of this scene.

——A little easter egg——

"Yin Ranyi, have you seen the copybook I wrote two days ago, I..."

Le Zhengli pushed the door open as he spoke, and happened to meet Yin Ranyi closing something quickly.

The other party still had that calm and handsome face, but Le Zhengli had already understood his fleeting guilt, and rushed up to hug his shoulder from behind, "What are you looking at? Don't hide .”

Yin Ranyi had no choice but to put that thing out, a red book in front of him——

"Modern Chinese Dictionary Seventh Edition"

"Why are you looking at this?" Le Zhengli was extremely puzzled, and gently rubbed his face against Yin Ranyi: "Show me?" Although he really wanted to find out what secret the man wanted to hide, But without Yin Ranyi's permission, he would not move around at will.

Yin Ranyi tried to resist the young man's coquettish offensive, but he failed after only holding on for half a minute. He lightly rubbed Le Zhengli's hair with his backhand, "Look at it if you want." After a pause, he added One sentence, "As long as you want, anytime, anywhere." He and Lezheng Li didn't need the so-called "secret interest" before, they are each other's half body, if they want, they can understand each other better than themselves.

Lezheng Li knew that he would not reject him, and said with a smile, "Master, you won't be so rude." While talking, he opened the dictionary casually. He thought that his copybook would be hidden in it, but he didn't expect Turning the pages of the book, the first thing that catches the eye is a dry four-leaf clover.

The blade of grass has turned yellow, and the veins are more obvious because of it. It is well preserved and has not been damaged in the slightest.

"This is……"

Le Zhengli froze for a moment, then quickly remembered: "This is the time in Kanas..."

The tips of Yin Ranyi's ears were slightly red, but his voice remained flat: "Yes."

This is the first thing that Lezheng Li gave him after their encounter this time. After recalling the memory of the current life, he can think of everything that Lezheng Li had given him, money, jewelry, street gadgets Son, the same fresh food... This person even once served as a "faint king", giving the supreme power in the world to himself.

But after each reincarnation, these things have long been submerged in the long river of history. What he can hold tightly in his hands now are the fins that were given to him by the little koi after turning into a python, and this inconspicuous, It is a four-leaf clover that represents luck.

Lezheng Li understood what he was thinking too well, and felt soft and sore in his heart for a moment, and couldn't help hugging him even harder: "What's so strange about this thing, I gave it to you..."

"Yes, I know." Yin Ranyi nodded, turned his head and gently kissed the young man's face.

Le Zhengli was so moved by his sullen love words that he couldn't help but groped with one hand from the black shirt on Yin Ranyi's upper body. Yin Ranyi held his restless hand: "Dad at night!" Mom is coming..." He was afraid of tiring him.

"You said—as long as I want, anytime, anywhere."

Even after another hundred lives, Yin Ranyi still won't learn how to reject Le Zhengli——

Before they could even go to bed, the two of them could not wait to kiss each other. Yin Ranyi lifted them up and put them on the desk, and swept the things on the table to the ground——

"Crash-"

The copybooks mixed in the folder used by Yin Ranyi fell out. The young man's strokes are powerful and smooth, and every word is as beautiful as a painting.

The movements of the two of them froze because of this sudden scene, Le Zhengli couldn't help laughing, he hooked Yin Ranyi's neck and kissed him: "My Mr. Yin, tell me honestly, what did you hide? How many things do I have? Is there any treasure that I haven't seen?"

Yin Ranyi kissed him back, and licked his lips all the way to the young man's chest. He placed a precious kiss on the position of the other's heart: "This heart is mine."

Lezheng Li's ears turned red, and sure enough, the man's love talk skills trained in a hundred generations have also been upgraded!

He seemed dissatisfied and bit Yin Ranyi's ear lightly, "Yes, it will always be yours."

The author has something to say: - Remarks -

For related information on the font library and "Sending the Sacred Relics", please refer to: Xinhua Net "Yanting Font Library: Tower of Scholars, Tower of Words"

Please ashes are purely LZ nonsense.

——LZ put a flower in the end——

Thank you very much for your liking for this article, LZ is really flattered QWQ

So that's it, the episode is completely over, LZ has no choice but to continue to work harder and practice writing, I hope that the next time I will see you will still make everyone happy to read the article, and see you again =w=