The God and Buddha are actually me

"Clouds versus rain, snow versus wind, flowers versus birds, fish versus insects, clear mountains versus beautiful water, green willows versus pink..."

In a simple private school, the sound of reading could be heard loudly, as clear as an oriole. Although it was a little uneven, the students' voices could be heard loud and full of enthusiasm.

Outside the private school, Zhang Jiuyang quietly stared at the figure in blue and Confucian robes.

Mr. Meng held a ruler in his hand and urged the children to memorize the books. His back was as straight as a pine tree and his expression was meticulous.

After endorsing the book, he continued to teach the children to read. Because he could not afford pens, ink, paper and inkstones, he took the students with branches and wrote on the dug loess.

Zhang Jiuyang saw that his handwriting was very beautiful, but not elegant. Every stroke was correct, ensuring that students could see it clearly.

After two classes, it was a morning.

"These children are all unwanted orphans from nearby towns. Most of them are disabled, either with bad legs or bad brains. In short, they learn very slowly."

"But Mr. Meng doesn't dislike him at all. He always takes the trouble to teach them, over and over again, without taking any money. Where can we find such a good gentleman?"

The officials responsible for leading the way kept praising Mr. Meng in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

He didn't know who Zhang Jiuyang was, but even the county magistrate respected him, so he knew he must be a big shot.

"We will take the initiative to send food to anyone who has extra food on weekdays. After all, Mr. Meng is doing good deeds, and the hearts of us people are also full of meat."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said: "You go down first, I will watch for a while by myself."

"yes!"

He looked at the figure in the private school quietly, and the other party seemed to be aware of it. Through the window paper that was about to come off, the two looked at each other.

Without any communication, Mr. Meng continued to teach them how to read. At noon, he took out a pot of steamed sweet potatoes from the kitchen and distributed them to the students.

This is their lunch.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly became very interested in Mr. Meng. This man was very extraordinary.

"Can I have one?"

Zhang Jiuyang took the initiative to walk over and smiled.

In an instant, the children's eyes looked over timidly. When they saw Zhang Jiuyang's satin-like smooth and bright clothes, their eyes were a little envious, but more of them were curious.

Mr. Meng raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said calmly: "It's okay to eat, but you have to help with the afternoon class."

"Teach them to read?"

"Teach them how to survive."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned and didn't quite understand what he meant, but he still nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do my best."

After hearing this, Mr. Meng took the initiative to bring two pieces of sweet potatoes and handed them to him.

"The sweet potatoes grown by Grandma Liu's family are not big, but they are very sweet."

Zhang Jiuyang was about to peel it off, but saw that both Mr. Meng and the children were eating the skin together, so he simply started eating like them.

He sat on the ground without any image or baggage, and ate ordinary sweet potatoes with relish.

This gesture made some children feel close to him and smiled at Zhang Jiuyang.

The two sweet potatoes were eaten quickly and tasted good. Zhang Jiuyang was just about to say if he could have another one when he saw that all the sweet potatoes in the pot had been divided.

Many children haven't eaten enough and are sucking the scraps under their fingernails.

"I'll pay for them to have a good meal. I heard the restaurants in this county are pretty good -"

"no."

Mr. Meng immediately rejected him and said calmly: "They are all a group of abandoned people. They are used to eating sweet potatoes and cannot eat big fish or meat."

After a pause, he looked at Zhang Jiuyang and said something meaningful.

"If they are destined not to see a rainbow in their lives, don't let them know what a rainbow is in the beginning."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the children who were looking at him secretly.

Some of them have lost their hands, but they can flexibly hold books with their feet. Some of them have buck teeth and hare lips and ferocious faces, but their eyes are exceptionally clear and serious when practicing calligraphy. There are also children who are born blind and are using Hands are eyes, study Braille seriously.

They all had flaws of one kind or another, and that was why they were abandoned. But in this small, leaky private school, Zhang Jiuyang could feel that they were happy and relaxed.

After eating this simple lunch and taking a brief rest, the afternoon class began. Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why Mr. Meng said that the afternoon class was to teach them how to survive.

Mr. Meng flattened his trouser legs and sleeves, took the children to the muddy river, and began to teach them how to catch earthworms and crabs.

Earthworms and crabs can be sold. In the afternoon, someone will come to buy them. Although the money is not much, they earn it with their own hands. The children are very happy and rush to hand over the coins to Mr. Meng.

Zhang Jiuyang also took off his shoes and socks, went to the fields to work with them, and taught them some fishing skills from his previous life.

Of course, there are also some children who are inconvenient to go into the river, such as those who are blind or have missing limbs. For these people, Mr. Meng teaches them in accordance with their aptitude and teaches them a suitable way to make a living.

For example, blind children can learn massage, and those with missing limbs can learn to identify herbal medicines. However, there is a very special kind of child named Xihan'er. In fact, like Ao Ya, he was born with brain damage that led to underdeveloped intelligence.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, he still has the intelligence of a four or five year old.

For such children, Mr. Meng would teach them a special way to make a living.

He took these children to wander around the county town and taught them to find some useful things from the garbage dump.

"Those that smell a bit bad may be edible, but if they are crawling with maggots, they can't be eaten. But please note that maggots are edible."

Mr. Meng walked out of the garbage dump, holding a piece of rotten meat with a foul smell in his hand, and there were maggots crawling on it.

He carefully picked the maggots one by one into his pocket.

"If you are really hungry, you can find a wild dog. The dog's nose is very sensitive and can smell more food. Maybe it can help you fill your stomach."

Mr. Meng's originally neat Confucian robe was stained, his boots were full of mud, and his blue shirt was no longer upright, but his expression was still calm.

Facing Zhang Jiuyang's gaze, he only said one sentence.

"This is my experience. I did all these things back then."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned.

Finally, Mr. Meng took everyone back to the private school again, quietly looking at those familiar faces, looking at their dependent and kind eyes, his eyes slightly rippled.

"Next, let's have the last class of the day."

The children vaguely sensed something wrong. In the past, the teacher would let them go to bed early at this time, because if they were late, they would be hungry again.

Today, they were uncharacteristically going to continue the class.

But they had no complaints.

"In the last class, what I am going to teach you is very cruel. Maybe you can't accept it, but you must accept it, because only in this way can you really survive."

Mr. Meng's expression suddenly became very solemn.

"The last lesson is that human nature is evil."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly.

"Your parents abandoned you, this is evil, the government doesn't care about you, this is also evil, although you never slack off, but the people who collect earthworms and crabs only give you the lowest price, and even use fake copper coins to deceive you, this is also evil."

The children seemed to be frightened when they heard this and said nothing.

"I know what you are thinking. You think Granny Liu is a kind person and she will give you sweet potatoes. But I want to tell you that there is no kindness without reason in this world. Granny Liu's son is a human trafficker and was beaten to death when he was tying a child. She did this just to atone for her child."

"Yes, you are studying very hard, but no matter how well you study in the future, you will never be able to enter the imperial examination, because your disability will make noble scholars feel ashamed."

"No matter how hard you work, those merchants will not hire you to work. Even if you go to carry manure, others will look down on you and will not regard you as the same kind from the bottom of their hearts. Maybe they won't say it, but that kind of discrimination is evil."

The children have begun to cry. They don't know what's wrong with Mr. Meng and why he suddenly scolds them.

Finally, a brave child couldn't help but retort: ​​"Mr. Ke, you are very good to us!"

The other children also nodded, and their eyes lit up again.

"Wrong, I am also evil."

Mr. Meng said calmly: "I adopted you just to gain a good reputation so that I can enter the official career. Now my goal has been achieved. From tomorrow, I will no longer teach you. This private school is worthless, so I will leave it to you."

"As for whether you can survive in this world...it depends on fate."

The children in the private school burst into tears and panicked when they heard the bad news. They had long been accustomed to relying on the teacher. When they heard the news, it was as if their spines were pulled out alive.

Snap!

The crying stopped abruptly with a slap of the ruler.

Mr. Meng looked at the familiar faces quietly for a long time, and said: "Dismissal."

The private school was quiet, and the children shed tears silently.

"Dismissal."

He said it again, his voice was louder and more powerful.

A rustling sound rang out, and this group of special children stood up while crying, bowed to him, and their voices choked with sobs.

"Goodbye, sir."

...

"As far as I know, you are not pursuing fame and fortune, why do you lie?"

In the thatched house next to the private school, Zhang Jiuyang looked at Mr. Meng who was making tea and suddenly asked.

He is now more and more curious about this person.

Mr. Meng's movements of making tea are non-stop, like flowing clouds and water, elegant and calm, and the tea ripples with light blue clouds, like Bodhi, quite Zen.

Zhang Jiuyang felt the fluctuation of magic power in this cup of tea.

The other party is indeed a cultivator, and his cultivation is extremely high. Even if he can't see through it completely, he still reveals flaws in the details.

It can't be said to be a flaw, and the other party seems to have no intention of covering it up now.

"Instead of letting them pursue an illusory kindness, it is better to let them experience an unforgettable betrayal. Only in this way can they learn from it and see the cruel reality."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "Why be so cruel? I can let these children live well."

After a pause, he added, "No matter what you and I will talk about today."

Mr. Meng chuckled and said, "I believe you have the ability, but these are just orphans from the four counties. There are countless children like this in Jizhou alone, let alone the land of Jiuzhou? Can you manage them all?"

"They can only rely on themselves!"

"Where is the government?"

"The government...hehe."

Mr. Meng laughed and said: "In the entire Daqian, except for the Qintian Prison, is there any place where corrupt officials are not rampant and corrupt officials are everywhere? Even Jizhou, which has strict military management, has corrupted a lot of money. Otherwise, how could there be even a decent Salesian?" Can’t even handle it? Let these children follow me, a poor scholar?”

"Then kill."

Zhang Jiuyang said with a firm voice: "Kill corrupt officials to clean up the rule of law, and reform the system to eliminate the root cause of the disaster!"

"What if the biggest corrupt official is the emperor?"

Mr. Meng shook his head and laughed, seeming to be laughing at Zhang Jiuyang's innocence.

"Then kill the emperor!"

Mr. Meng's hand that poured tea paused slightly, and for the first time he showed a look of surprise.

Zhang Jiuyang slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as an unsheathed sword, and his voice was decisive, sonorous and powerful.

"If the emperor blocks the livelihood of the common people, then we have no choice but to ask him to die."

"Call this sun and moon and make a new sky!"

Mr. Meng didn't speak for a long time. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang, with a trace of ripples in his calm eyes.

"I can feel that what you said is actually the truth, there is no lie at all."

"Zhang Jiuyang, Zhang Jiuyang..."

The expression on his face changed. Sometimes he smiled bitterly, sometimes he laughed at himself, sometimes he laughed again, and finally sighed: "I didn't expect you to be such a person."

"I'm afraid even your wife-in-law can't think of it."

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