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Volume 1 Chapter 1 Su Junheng

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    Yuzhou City is a city-state eight hundred miles south of Kyoto. It is an important town where merchants gather in distress. Countless merchants traveling between the north and the south need to pass through here. There are many restaurants and merchants on the streets, and it is a prosperous scene.  It was the middle of winter, with heavy snow falling, and Yuzhou City became a snow-white wilderness inside and outside. On the streets, the heavy snow had already reached the ankles, and even the roofs of the houses on both sides of the avenue seemed to be covered by this heavy snow.  The snow is heavy.  In the early morning when the cold wind was raging, it was so cold that people shivered. However, the crowds of people going to the market on the street still continued unabated. They were crowded with each other, and the flow was endless, and the shouts were endless!  ¡°Mom, why can¡¯t you see the candied haws-lud seller?¡± came a childish voice from the crowd, with an angry tone and dark eyes looking around.  "Who can you blame? Who told you, a lazy little bastard, to get up so late?" The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties. She was carrying a load on her shoulders, which contained all kinds of food.  Bamboo baskets, straw mats, brooms and other handwoven products.  Next to him was a teenage boy who looked very smart and cute, but his coarse linen clothes were patched one after another, and he looked like a little beggar!  When the little boy heard his mother making fun of him, he pouted and said, "No! I guess it's too early to get up. The weather is so cold, and the candied haws seller might not have gotten up yet!" He put his hands on his body as he spoke.  As I walked forward, my breath suddenly turned into a puff of white smoke. It was so cold in this damn weather!  "You are the only one who knows how to talk nonsense!" The woman laughed at the child, rubbed the little boy's hair and said, "If you stay up late, the market will probably be dispersed!" The icy wind was biting and the snow was blowing like snow.  Sprinkle, the droplets coming towards your eyes seem to have no intention of stopping, and they keep falling.  The woman and her child braved the biting cold wind and finally found an open stall at the entrance of the city road. She gently put the burden on her shoulders on the ground and shouted: "Straw mat, bamboo basket, bamboo basket, bamboo hat, broom  Dusters with long coir raincoats are common in the streets and alleys. It¡¯s hard to find such good craftsmanship!¡±  According to the city's ordinance, non-residents of Yuzhou City are allowed to trade on a regular basis, and can only enter the city for trade on the 1st and 15th of each month.  Following the direction of the crowds of people, you can see that the streets are bustling with people, department stores are everywhere, and you can find everything from all walks of life. It is really lively.  The little boy was squatting beside his mother, his eyes restlessly looking around, but there was no one selling candied haws.  At this moment, a harsh and unpleasant singing sound suddenly came from the door of the inn opposite.  "How many times have I knocked on the alms bowl for some reason, and how many times have I practiced Zen and practiced Buddhism? I can't stand the world of mortals. I am the Buddha and I am the devil!" When the little boy heard this word, it was very different from the shouts around him.  Looking towards the voice curiously, he saw an old monk sitting on the steps at the door of the inn. He was only wearing a thin and worn-out cassock, but he was sitting in the snow, as if he was worried about the unusually cold weather.  No feeling at all.  Two fingers were twisting a pot of old wine, and while singing songs, he poured the wine into his mouth. The stench of the whole body, accompanied by the fishy smell of the wine, wafted towards his face, making people feel sick.  "Hey, why are you still here~" At this time, the door of the inn was pushed open, and the shopkeeper saw the beggar as soon as he opened it, and ran out angrily: "You old man, you come here so early in the morning to fight  Floor shop, are you still going to let me do business?¡± The old monk heard the voice, but did not turn around. He leaned on the steps, looking like he was refusing to leave, and sang leisurely: ¡°Shopkeeper, please don¡¯t turn around.  It doesn't sound good to me. I'm a poor monk who came to the court to ask you to give me a pot of wine. It won't hurt you." "Oh, you old man dares to curse me!" The shopkeeper's face turned purple with anger.  The most important thing for a businessman is a lucky draw. Being cursed by the old monk so early in the morning made me feel depressed, so I raised my foot and kicked the old monk hard on the vest.  The little boy was so excited that he couldn't help but screamed out, secretly feeling worried for the old monk.  But he saw the old monk stretched out and slid to the ground. Although he couldn't see the sneak attack from behind, the timing of shrinking back was perfect. The kick almost touched the side of his face. The shopkeeper  He stepped on the air, let out a strange cry, and threw himself down from the steps, falling heavily onto the street. Fortunately, the snow on the ground was three feet thick, otherwise he might have knocked out a few of his front teeth!  "Bah, bah, bah!" The shopkeeper spit out a mouthful of snow powder and was in a bad mood. Just when he was about to get up and settle the accounts, he heard the old monk open his mouth and sing another verse.  "You don't believe it when I say you're wrestling, you don't listen to the secrets of heaven, it's just a pot of wine, it ruins?Have a good day?  " "You~you~you~" the shopkeeper's anger suddenly rose, and he shouted at the inn: "Dali, Lao Wu and Aqiu, come out quickly and throw this old immortal out!  "Three big men suddenly ran out of the inn. Seeing the embarrassed look on the shopkeeper's face, they all suppressed their smiles. They walked up to the old monk and shouted: "Monk, if you are wise, get out of here. Don't force me to do this."  Take action.  "Originally, this businessman values ??harmony, and there is really no need to be like this beggar. The shopkeeper is angry, but he just talks casually, and it is not necessary to really trouble the old man.  The old monk knew what was going on, so he had to sit down somewhere that wouldn¡¯t interfere with other people¡¯s business. He started drinking alone and said something else: ¡°When you make a lot of money, you have to be generous.  Help, the poor monk is determined to eliminate disasters, but the common people are full of delusion.  "    "snort!  "The shopkeeper had no time to waste time with this beggar. He strode into the inn and suddenly shouted: "Ah~ it's on fire~ the kitchen is on fire, hurry up~ hurry up and put out the fire!"  " The three people outside the door shook at the same time, and one of them shouted: "Ah~ I'm boiling water~!  " Another person yelled even louder: "I~my wine is still on the edge of the stove!  " "Hurry up and put out the fire~~" The three of them ran in at the same time. After a while, they heard the clinking of barrels and the noise of people. It was very lively. The old monk didn't hear anything, and he was drinking wine and humming a tune.  On the other side, the little boy tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes and said, "Mom, look at that old monk, wearing so little and sitting on the ground in such a cold day. Isn't he afraid of the cold?  !  " Hearing this, the woman looked at what the little boy was pointing at, frowned, and said, "It's not that he is not afraid of the cold, it must be that this old monk did not abide by the rules and precepts. He was kicked out of Buddhism and had to rely on begging to survive!  "    "oh!  He is so pitiful!  The little boy blinked his watery eyes and said, "It must be very cold for him to sit on the ground. Mother, let's give him a mat!"  " Hearing this, the woman showed a trace of hesitation, thinking that the world is hot and cold, and I, a woman, still have to work hard, not to mention that the monk in front of me is not yet sixty years old, but he is addicted to alcohol and degenerates. He is really not worthy of pity. " Heng shook his head and said  Son, this old monk has hands and feet, and he can make a living by himself. We have worked hard to weave this straw mat. If we give it to him, we won¡¯t have the money to buy you candied haws!  "The woman said, looking at the little boy with a joking look, as if she intended to make him embarrassed! The little boy was thinking about the candied haws, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, he looked at the old monk again, hesitated for a while, and suddenly nodded heavily.  He bowed his head and said: "Mother, Heng'er doesn't want to buy candied haws, so just give him a mat!"  " The woman was slightly stunned, as if she was quite surprised by the child's decision. Then she sighed to herself, took out a mat from the bamboo basket, handed it to the little boy and said, "Well, it's rare for you to have such a kind heart, but Heng Heng  My son, please remember that in today¡¯s world, where treacherous and sycophants rule, there are many poor people in the world who are more pitiful than this old monk. As long as Heng¡¯er you study hard, gain fame in the future, and become an upright and honest official, you can benefit more poor people.  Do people know?  "    "knew!  "The little boy smiled playfully, took the mat and ran towards the old monk! The old monk heard the footsteps and looked over with a pair of cloudy eyes. He seemed to be smiling on his withered face. He raised his head while holding the wine bottle and spoke again.  Take a sip! ¡°Monk, monk!  This mat is given to you. Hurry up and put it on. The ground is cold!  "The little boy ran up to the old monk in a hurry, stuffed the mat into his arms, turned around and left. But the old monk suddenly reached out and grabbed him, and said with a smile: "That's good, that's good.  , the little benefactor is good to others and must be related to my Buddha. I don¡¯t know what his name is?  The little boy said: "My name is Su Junheng!"  " "Oh~ Su Junheng!  "The old monk muttered silently, seeming to have some understanding: "The king rules over the world and is the king of heaven and earth. Take the word "wang" as a guide, three horizontal and one vertical. Three horizontal lines refer to the three talents of heaven, earth and man. One vertical line pierces the heart and represents the king.  Refers to a saint who has understood the three talents of heaven, earth and man. It is expected that the little benefactor will become a dragon among men in the future.  " "The three talents of heaven, earth and man?  What is it?  "Su Junheng scratched his head, as if he didn't understand. The old monk was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched his little head, and said with a smile: "This is a secret, the little donor will know it in the future!  " "What about the other two words?  " Su Junheng asked. The old monk smiled and said: "The word "heng" means to balance the weight and the weight. It is just like the sun rising, shining on all living beings in the world!  " As the old monk spoke, his eyes were not looking at Su Junheng, but he sighed and said: "The word Junheng has a very good meaning, but combining it with the word Su is not a good thing!  ¡± Although Su Junheng is young, he is stillAfter studying in a private school for two years, I heard what the old monk said was mysterious and asked: "Why?" The old monk frowned slightly, drew a big Su character on the snow on the ground with his finger, and said:  "The word "Su" is as mentioned in the scriptures: "Su" means "breath", meaning "rebirth" after death. This metaphor refers to the fact that in order for Xiao Shi to achieve the feats of a king, he needs to go through a death calamity. However, if a person has the ambition to reach the sky, he will not be able to achieve it by himself without luck.  "How can this dead person be reborn?" The old monk pondered for a while, then sighed heavily, pulled Su Junheng into his arms, and took out a Buddhist bead from somewhere, shaped like a dragon's eye, crystal clear, and put it into Su Junheng's hand.  One release.  Zhengse said: "Save one person and save the whole world. Even if you go against the will of heaven and change your life, a poor monk should do it. This bead is the spiritual treasure of our Buddhist sect. Donor, remember to wear it at all times. It may help you survive a disaster!" "Oh~~  "Su Junheng nodded in understanding, put the Buddhist beads in his palm, smiled playfully at the old monk, and ran back to his mother happily!  When the woman saw the child coming back, her eyes were filled with joy, and she asked, "What did the old monk say to you?" "No~~ He didn't say anything, he just gave me a bead!" Su Junheng chuckled.  , spread out his palm, revealing a waxy yellow Buddhist bead, reflecting the dim morning light, exuding solemn and holy golden light.
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