Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.
The practice life in Taoist temple is not as harmonious and beautiful as imagined in my heart or as the lectures in the six-character classroom outside the hospital. I wonder if this grandmaster experienced too much abuse in his youth before he developed his teaching temper and means of doing what he wants to others.
When he teaches Chinese calligraphy, he will make freshmen recite 30 books of Rhone Buddhism, Confucianism, history, medicine and poison, piano and chess painting in just three days. It doesn’t matter whether the teacher knows the meaning or not, but it is important to learn it by heart.
He didn’t try to teach students how to understand the various phenomena of heaven, earth, wind and rain, and he didn’t give them a hand-held interpretation of these natural forces.
He has a door, and he will knock on it and push all the students who practice Dharma doorways into it with one hand, and then close it tightly. With that door, the world will not be soft on the students at all.
It’s like the art of door refining
When all the students in the art school saw what happened to their classmates in the art school, they were worried about whether they would be directly thrown into the smelting furnace like their classmates in the art school, but the treatment of this grandmaster Taoist was suddenly cloudy and sunny.
They don’t need to do anything, they don’t need to recite those poems and songs, they don’t need to be thrown into the furnace for calcination, but they will have different effects every day, and they will make all kinds of delicious pills and put them in front of them. All they need to do is eat and eat
When they can’t eat any more, they will be taken to a tower in the Taoist temple to fight for their lives
Compared with these invisible, intangible, carelessly encountered what machine will trigger what equipment crisis, the students in the tower gate found some comfort from the bitter days.
Although they are also towers, at least they are real swords and spears.
Although the puppet in the puppet tower can’t be killed, it can’t be killed
Compared with these cruel and rude teaching methods, the abusive way of students in Yi Zi Men is much milder and more stable.
Every day, the old master gives them some arithmetic problems to solve.
Their bodies have never been tortured.
At most, during this period, a few students of Zhongyi Gate became gibberish and crazy.
The situation is optimistic.
This miserable and humane teaching method lasted for nearly a month, when the students’ emotions finally reached the critical point.
They began to express their dissatisfaction and anger with this abnormal Taoist priest at the grandmaster level. They knew that which choice would definitely die in the end.
It was agreed that all the students reached a consensus and wanted to argue with the old master Chen Daoguan.
They believe that who will uphold justice in this cosmopolitanism can’t escape this word after all.
Surprisingly, the old master didn’t have his usual way to treat this group of disobedient students, but he agreed
But also readily agreed.
So a wonderful debate broke out in this dusty Taoist temple.
This debate flourished in the history of Pu Yuan, which was recorded many years later, and has since passed down to future generations.
One side of the argument is naturally the veteran teacher.
On the other hand, all the freshmen are elected to represent the’ Mr. Said’ that Li Xingyun never leaves his mouth.
Li Xingyun is not a scholar who is rich and talented.
He is more polite than others, tighter than others, and upright than others.
The second chapter discusses the Taoist temple in later generations.
The Taoist Temple of Dust is hidden somewhere in the Pu Mountains. The Taoist Temple in the mountains is quiet and the scenery is beautiful.
Especially in autumn and winter, although the north wind blew early in the Taoist temple, whether it was the red maple forest outside the temple or the golden bauhinia tree inside the temple, those beautiful leaves still did not wither.
The whole road is surrounded by mountains and red maple trees, while the golden bauhinia leaves are flying in the Taoist temple, which looks very autumn and winter.
The north wind swept the floor and rolled up messy leaves.
I don’t know when there will be cold snowflakes falling quietly.
The north wind broke into the Taoist temple, and the red and yellow leaves blew into the door and flew into several lines of sight. The snowflake vanguard silently disappeared when it met the warm temperature in the temple.
Today is debate day.
There has been a heated debate in the Taoist temple for a long time. The event probably represents the fundamental interests of all students. No one is absent from this debate today.
All the students, even if they have thought about leaving this devil-like training ground today, have endured not leaving and want to witness this debate with their own eyes.
Or more want to see the grandmaster level veteran fiasco.
So that they can get rid of their hatred
There are two futons in the Taoist temple at a distance of about twenty paces.
The old master who looks at things and doesn’t have good legs and feet sits on the left side of the door and is highly expected by all the students. It can be said that Li Xingyun is sitting opposite the old master.
They are surrounded by crowded students.
In this view, the students did not wear the six-character door students with the characteristics of Bodhisattva. They came to this dusty Taoist temple in the name of being removed from the students in the hospital, but they still wore the decorations of the students in the hospital.
There is naturally a special decoration in the dust Taoist temple, which is a black Taoist temple
Perhaps it is this black color view that renders the silent view still inactive even with the north wind slapping in, and the tense black atmosphere in this view.
In a black view, Li Xingyun sat on a futon and looked at the old master across the street, looking trance.
When he first saw the old man, he still felt a lot of sympathy in his heart. He was so old and blind, and his legs and feet were limping. He lived alone in this cool Taoist temple. When it was windy and rainy, a lonely lamp flashed in the whole Taoist temple, and he could hear himself breathing quietly. It must be a sad scene.