red and white

On the day of the beginning of autumn, the cool wind arrives, the white dew falls for another five days, and the cicadas sing for another five days.

On the tenth day after the beginning of autumn of the following year, Mo Qingbei returned to Jiange.

He received very few letters in this year, and he received news from him intermittently. He only knew that he had resigned from his official position and wandered all over the world. Once the white crane returned without any hair. Crane hair for wine.

When this man was an official, he talked a lot about ways to make money, and resigning from office was not like copying his family. God knows where he used all his property.

"Donated to disaster relief." Mo Qingbei sat drinking in the gazebo, shook his head and sighed, "There is a severe drought in North China, starvation is everywhere, and the people are struggling to survive."

If you can't paint, you can dance swords outside the pavilion, with your sleeves flying.After finishing a set of sword skills, he looked at Mo Qingbei who was drinking in the pavilion, "Where's your sword?"

"Sent to the pawn shop." Mo Qingbei shook the flagon, "I am in this state, it is not suitable for holding a sword."

Hua Bucheng was silent for a moment, put away his sword and put it back in its sheath, "I wanted to ask you if you would consider going back to Penglai."

He sat aside and poured himself a cup of tea, "It seems impossible now."

Mo Qingbei smiled and said, "It's easy to talk to you."

He drank the cup of tea very slowly, and finally put down the cup, and said slowly: "Think about it clearly, Bodhisattvas have no joys and sorrows, and immortals don't save the world. Practice is to transcend things. Now the world is in chaos. Once you enter the world too deeply, You probably won’t be able to get out. At least you’ll be wasted a hundred years, and at worst your cultivation will be destroyed, not to mention that you can no longer hold a sword.”

Mo tilted his head up to pour the wine, still looking carefree, he knew he had listened to it, and patiently waited for him to finish the drink, waiting for his rebuttal.

The two have been together for a hundred years, Hua Bucheng knows that he cannot shake the other's decision, but he needs a reason.

And since Mo Qingbei dared to blatantly use it as a saber, he probably had the confidence to persuade him.

Mo Qing finished his glass, wiped his mouth, and said, "I've been waiting for you to ask me a question for a hundred years, but you never asked me."

Can't paint, I understand, "You mean why you were expelled from the teacher back then?"

Mo tilted his glass and tossed the flagon, "Yes."

The night Mo Qingbei entered the Sutra Pavilion, he didn't pick any treasured books, he just picked a copy of "Jiangnan Painting Boat Record" from the cabinet, lit the lamp and drank, enjoying himself.

All the people who joined the pavilion from ancient times to the present have all concentrated their minds and never dared to slack off. Mo Qingbei is the first one to drink in the Sutra Pavilion.

In the end, the master couldn't stand it anymore, and dragged the overly nourished apprentice from the ground, and asked him why he chose this book.

Mo Qingbei was already three points drunk at that time, and told the truth without paying attention: the cheat book is too obscure, it takes a lot of effort, this book is eclectic and popular, suitable for drinking.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was half sober. He thought it was going to be bad, and was about to talk about something else, but he saw that the master was not angry, and he didn't blow his beard and stare like usual.

The other party was silent for a moment, and said: "You have been serving as a teacher for twelve years, doing all kinds of ridiculous things, you can't find another one in Penglai who doesn't seek to make progress like you."

While speaking, the other party sighed: "It's a pity that you are born with talent."

Mo Qingbei: "Where is it, Master appreciates it."

"Don't be a jerk." The master flicked his whisk and said, "You are drinking in the Sutra Pavilion today, wasting a good opportunity, that is your good fortune, everyone wants different things, no one can force it. , I have a question for you."

"Master, please speak."

"Everyone seeks something when entering the Sutra Pavilion, either for fame or chance." The elder glanced at the jug in his hand, "You have wine in your name, and you are greedy for drinking by nature. What do you want after drinking the glass? ?”

Mo Qingbei scratched his head, "Since you are a native of Penglai, and you practice diligently, isn't it all for longevity?" Can you ask for anything else?

"There are many ways to live forever. Keep your name in history, you can make your fame live forever, preach and receive karma, you can make your thoughts live forever, you can ascend the Tao, and you can enter the realm of happiness. All of these are longevity."

"Penglai has not had a person who has ascended to Taoism for nearly a thousand years, and those who enter the Cangjing Pavilion are no longer only seeking for practice. Everyone has their own destiny, and you can choose your own path."

"But you have to understand, what are you asking for?"

"The sages and sages in ancient times were lonely, but the drinkers kept their names—Du Kang got a good name from drinking, Ruan Ji got a reputation from being crazy after drinking, and Li Bai got a fairy name from drinking—what name are you looking for?"

This time Mo Qingbei was silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know."

The master sighed as if he had expected it, "Since the establishment of Penglai, you are the second one who is talented and learns in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion but doesn't know what to ask for."

"The disciple is stupid."

Master shook his head, "It's not so much that you don't know what to ask for, it's better to say that you ask for too much."

"The six sense organs are not clean, and the seven emotions are not exhausted. Now that you have reached the crown, it is not suitable for you to stay in Penglai."

Master waved his whisk, "Go down the mountain."

"What you want, you have to go to the world to find it."

"That's it, I've been in the world for a hundred years." Mo Qingbei spread out his hands, "I've been thinking about it all these years, what exactly did Master mean when he said that I wanted too much?"

"I've figured it out a little bit recently."

"Whether singing the wind and playing the moon, or listening to the Yugelou, I have indulged myself for a hundred years, seeking peace through singing and dancing, seeking to see the world, seeking to be immortal, and spending a lot of money. In fact, in the final analysis, what I seek is the word "happy and unfettered."

"This is really too greedy. Only immortals can enter the realm of happiness. A half bucket of water like me probably won't be able to ascend the Tao except to live longer. I can't be a fairy of happiness, at most I can be a happy person."

"The free and unfettered people can only be born in the Qingping world."

Mo Qingbei looked at the painting but failed.

"Back then, Master asked me what name I wanted."

He drank the wine in the jug in one gulp.

"No name, no surname, please seek peace."

Unable to draw, looking at the mountains in the distance, the white clouds are boundless, "Uncle Master asked you to go down the mountain to seek the Tao, and what he wants you to seek is probably not this."

"I know." Mo Qingbei said: "Master said that my six sense organs are not pure, and my seven emotions are not exhausted. I probably want me to be so cold in the world, so that I can come back and cultivate immortality honestly."

He smiled, "How can you be so depressed in troubled times? How can you be disheartened when the mountains and rivers are waiting to be reorganized."

Hua Bucheng sighed, "I knew I couldn't beat you."

"You understand me." Mo Qingbei laughed: "I typed out these words three times, so I will only tell you."

"It's a great honor." The painting failed and said helplessly: "I know I can't stop you, but I still want to ask, after so many years, there is no turning back, is it worth it?"

"It's not worth it or not." Mo Qingbei shook his head, "I asked the fortune teller, and he said it was a cause and effect."

"What do you mean?"

"Sky secrets must not be leaked."

Hua Bucheng realized that he couldn't ask any more questions, he was silent for a moment, and said abruptly: "The half line of the poem you added back then didn't rhyme or neatly, it can be described as a complete mess."

"I know you're angry." Mo Qingbei scratched his head, "But you shouldn't choke me like that, right?"

I ignored him when the painting failed, and shook his head, "I didn't expect it, but it turned out to be a prophecy."

Where the gentleman pours his cup to the sound of autumn, the immortal fishes beside the white clouds.

I write for you to be peaceful and happy, but if you are thin, you can't paint a picture.

"Speaking of this, I have never asked you." Mo Qingbei said: "The first half of your sentence - where the gentleman pours his cup of autumn sound, how did the word 'autumn sound' come from?"

"This pavilion was built by my master." Hua Bucheng replied, "It's called Fanqiusheng."

"There is snow all year round in the Jiange, but in the dozens of days of independent autumn, you can see autumn on the top of the mountain, white dew on the eaves, and cicadas singing outside the pavilion."

"Fan Qiusheng." Mo Qingbei nodded, "It's a good name."

He waved his sleeves and got up, standing upright in the wind, poured the flagon over with his backhand, and poured it all down.

The world is a big dream, and life is cool in autumn.When the night comes, the wind leaves the corridor.Look at the eyebrows and temples.

At the beginning of autumn that day, Mo Qingbei went down the mountain alone, and the two never saw each other again for decades.

Bai He occasionally brought news of the other party. He returned to the court, assisted the young master, started foreign affairs, led troops to recover southern borders, deployed coastal defense affairs, supervised river affairs... until the young emperor took charge again.

In the year when the young emperor came to power, Bai He brought a box of sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored donkey rolls. At that time, a small shop in the capital had spread all over the place.Hua Bucheng brewed a pot of tea, sat in the gazebo, and remembered that many years ago, the old man went boating on the lake. The young man waved a white fan to relax and relax.

Now he has become the leader of Qingliu and the chief minister of the main battle. Unintentionally, he calculated the years, and with the current status of the opponent, he should be very old.

There was also a letter attached to the bottom of the box, and a piece of cardboard fell out along with the letter.

This is called a photo. Mo Qingbei said triumphantly in the letter that a British reporter accompanied the envoy to the palace to meet him. The emperor took a picture of it on a whim.

The old man was dressed in court clothes, with a full beard, and a gentle and dignified expression, with a little bent back.

This was the first time he saw Mo Qingbei's appearance in the human world.

There is no time in the mountains, and the year is unknown in the cold.He lived in the sword pavilion on the top of the mountain for a long time, and his concept of time had already become blurred. He pressed the photo under the sword, stuffed a box of snacks into his mouth, and powder fell down.

That day, he didn't raise his sword, but opened the door of the pavilion, and cleaned all the books that had been dusty for a long time.Then warm up a pot of wine, go fishing and boating.

It was very cold that day.

He didn't drink alcohol if he couldn't paint well, but from then on, he would warm a jug of wine in the pavilion every cold day.

His awareness of time also became clearer.

When the wine reached the sixth pot, something happened in Penglai.

Penglai is isolated from the outside world, but monks roam all over the world, and there are always rumors and rumors, but it is difficult to spread to Jiange. Once any news can be painted and unheard, it must be a big event.

The head disciple who entered the world a hundred years ago suddenly returned to the mountain.

Mo Qingbei used to sneak back often, but this time it was different, he walked out of the mountain gate openly, and the whole gate was alarmed.

Unable to draw a picture, he had faintly noticed that Mo Qingbei's return to the mountain this time might be for some important event.

The world is uncertain, and the troubled times are turbulent. The other party's return this time must not be to wash his hands and enjoy a happy life.

At night, the Golden Roof Hall was brightly lit, and the majestic roar of the old man could be heard from the top of the mountain. In the middle of the night, a sword aura rose from the ground, cutting off half of the cliff.

The next day, news came that Mo Qingbei's leg was broken by the sect leader, and he was imprisoned in Siguo Cliff.

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The author has something to say:

The world is a big dream, and life is cool in autumn.When the night comes, the wind leaves the corridor.Look at the eyebrows and temples. ——Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"

There is no time in the mountains, and the year is unknown in the cold. ——Taishang Hermit "Answer"