The solar system is broken

Xiaoyuan Mountain, about 300 meters above sea level.

There is an ancient temple on the mountain, probably from the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty.

Golden roof, cornices, red and yellow walls.

The status of Buddha was very high in ancient China. As a saint, the Buddhist temple was a high-level official institution from the beginning.

"Shuowen" says that "the temple is a court", that is, the government, the imperial court, is a borrowed meaning, and the temple is an extended meaning of the court.

The Buddha is a thoroughly enlightened philosopher, a person who has escaped reincarnation, a person who has a thorough understanding of the universe and life, a person who is truly fully enlightened, and is also called an all-wise person or a person with perfect consciousness.

The writer is not a religious person, but he still knows something about Buddhism.

When the car reached the halfway point of Mount Xiaoyuan, the road ahead was already unbearable to walk on.

After getting off the car, I climbed for a while before arriving at the entrance of the ancient temple.

On the rusty plaque, there are three gilded characters "Guanghua Temple" written on it.

In official script, the whole character is Silkworm Head and Wild Goose Tail. The main penman reclines and looks very leisurely. It has a bit of patriarchal Chinese writing. At first glance, it looks like it was written by an expert.

The vermilion paint on the vermilion gate has long since faded, and the painted gate cannot withstand the destruction, and finally loses its former splendor.

On the tiles, green foxtail grows, and the walls are covered with roses.

No one lives here~

The writer stopped at the door and looked inside suspiciously.

How much prosperity has turned into a handful of loess, and whatever remains after being destroyed by the enemy is fine.

Time is really a wonderful thing. It destroys time and again doubles its value.

Crunch~

The door opened.

An old monk in coarse linen clothes, with a pale face and a cassock with many patches on his body.

He was dressed very formally, with long white eyebrows, a face full of wrinkles, and no expression.

The hands were covered with calluses, rough and strong, and looked like they were former practitioners.

"Amitabha, the donor came from the east and doesn't know where he is going?"

A long Buddha's name is like a low singing.

All right.

From District 11 to District 6, you really come from the east.

"Grandmaster!"

Everyone carries the show, whether you believe it or not is one thing, the etiquette cannot be less.

"Then why don't you come in and have a cup of tea, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The old monk squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, then turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

"Master knows I'm coming?"

It is nonsense to say that you can get general information about a person by observing his words and expressions, but when others come to you.

Maybe it's just pretending.

"I know for sure," he raised his right hand with a long string of Buddhist beads, which was even bigger than the wide sleeves.

In the yard, there is a vegetable garden and an ancient well covered with door panels.

The ground is clean and there are no fallen leaves.

There is a wicker chair, a teapot on the stone table, and two teacups.

The water in the stove was boiling and white steam was coming out.

The old monk swept the stone table with his wide sleeves and said, "This small temple has been dilapidated for many years and no one has donated. Please don't dislike it."

The water from the copper pot was gently poured on the tea bowl, and the brick-red tea bowl slowly turned purple.

He took out a tea cup wrapped in yellow silk from the box, gently took a portion and poured it into the tea bowl.

Rinse it with boiling water, turn the tea bowl sideways, and the tea juice will flow into the tray.

After another shower, the teapot was raised high, poured into a small teacup, and placed in front of the writer.

There is no fancy tea art, the old monk's tea is very casual.

The writer was not polite, took the tea bowl, and took a gentle sip.

The tea is naturally not ordinary. It is slightly bitter at first, but after a little aftertaste, the aroma fills your teeth.

This is why quality is important, not stuffiness.

"Donor," the old monk put down the tea cup and handed over a bamboo tube, "do you want to do the math?"

Fortune telling?

Is this old monk just waiting for me to tell him a fortune?

"How to say?"

"Draw a lot~"

"So simple?"

The three incense sticks of Buddhism burn morality, concentration, and wisdom, as well as the Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha.

If I don't give it a few tries, will this sign be effective?

"The great road leads to simplicity~"

This seems to be what I said, how come you, an old monk, say it?

Could it be that you also have to make a decision that goes against your ancestors?

"Isn't this Taoist?"

"Learn from each other's strong points to offset weaknesses and integrate hundreds of schools of thought."

I haven't read much, don't lie to me.

After pinching the first stick, the writer glanced at the monk, who showed no expression at all. The writer then changed to the second stick.

"Are you sure?" The monk did not forget to try to seduce the writer.

"I'm sure," I don't believe it anyway.

Seeing that hexagram, the writer was even more speechless.

Qian Gua, the mighty dragon has regrets, the phoenix flies over the North Sea and the phoenix rises to the sun, the book and sword are floating on the vast road, Yumen jumps into the waves of peach blossoms, and gathers the fragrance of cinnamon seeds under the moon.

Isn’t this a Taoist hexagram?

"What are you asking?" The old monk looked at the writer with a smile.

Looking at this hexagram, it is also about luck.

"Marriage."

Let me see how you interpret the signature.

"This is the signature."

"Sign up?" Although the writer has never studied astrology, he also knows that this is not a good thing.

Kang: supreme, supreme. People in high positions should guard against arrogance, otherwise they will regret due to failure. Later, it also means that prosperity will inevitably decline over time.

This is a sign of decline.

"The transformation of the Kunpeng, the transformation of the fish and the dragon, and the completion of the Gui Palace are all good omens."

"It means that if you meet a woman who is far away from you, you will have great achievements that will never be seen in the world."

"It's just that you pretend too much," he said. The old monk also shook his head.

"?"

"The fight for several girls, everything is confusing~" There are several kinds of flowers, birds, fish and insects, how can there not be too many?

If I believed the first half of the sentence, I definitely don’t believe it now.

"Master, I'm asking about career."

"Sign."

"How to say?"

"Although your destiny is vigorous and magnificent, it may be difficult for you to be a lonely scholar."

Flying over the North Sea, phoenix dancing in the high sun, fish leaping over the dragon gate, autumn coming to the middle, these are all good things to say.

Although the first half of the writer's life was very difficult, everything went smoothly in his career.

Obtaining a degree in advance, being supported by mentors, and academic achievements...these are things that others envy.

The sentence "The road to wandering books and swords is boundless" actually captures the writer's state of mind very accurately.

Even though he succeeded, his heart was still confused.

"Buddha told me that you are a special person."

The writer curled his lips, "The Buddha didn't speak classical Chinese?"

"Advance with the times!" The great monk also didn't care about the writer's arbitrariness at all.

After some time, Buddha will say that the theory of relativity is correct.

The writer picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, and continued to listen to the great monk's deception.

"But you are an immoral person, even though your knowledge is very admirable." The monk continued his Buddha's words unhurriedly.

The teacup in the writer's hand rippled slightly. The writer was conflicted about morality.

The writer was particularly puzzled by his mother's tragic death.

For a father, this is praiseworthy, but for a young child, it is cruel.

In the subsequent education, Jiang Che took the responsibility of her parents. She did not tell the writer what morality was, but only taught him the values.

"Some people say that knowledge without morality is terrible. Master, what do you think?"

People say that knowledge without morality is a beast, cold-blooded and lacking in warmth.

The monk put the lotus tube into his sleeve and smiled, "That's because the person who said this thinks morality is useful."

Get up and the wind comes.

A slight breeze blew on the coarse cloth robe, and the old monk smoothed his beard on his chin.

"Moral~ It's a bit ridiculous."

"for example."

"If a person doesn't wear clothes, he is just an animal. But what? Beasts never wear clothes, and they will never be interested in the opposite sex just because they don't wear clothes."

The wind blew over the monk's ring scars, counting them one by one.

He is very old, almost dying, so he doesn't like to see things with his cloudy eyes, but relies on his feelings.

"Why don't you say it to Buddha?"

"you do not believe."

The writer was speechless.