Of course, there are some exceptions... For example, some famous scholars and students in the southeast. Although you don't give them any incense money, if you don't prepare tea and sweep the house for them, people will make up a story that you, the people in Jingshan Temple, look down on others. When the news gets out, not only will the retired officials not come, but even the tea will be difficult to sell.
However, if Mr. Wuqiu Zhang Jiuchen came, he would unexpectedly not need the monk in charge of reception to serve him carefully, because whenever this person came up, he would be looking for the monk Dahui from the Central Plains.
Today is no exception.
"It's just the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, and it's the ninth day of September. Only this one hasn't changed, and everyone has seen and heard it." Seeing Zhang Jiuchen, who was nearly 40 years old, coming into the courtyard with his hands behind his back and a frown, the monk Dahui, who was sitting under a tree in the courtyard, blurted out something, but it seemed incomprehensible... There was no way, he was the pioneer of koan Zen in the history of Chinese Zen Buddhism, and he relied on this messy mouth.
"What do you mean by not moving?" Zhang Jiucheng sat down and looked up in thought. "The sun doesn't move? It's appropriate to use the government as a metaphor for the sun."
"It's not just the government. It's been more than 20 days and your frown remains the same." Monk Dahui sneered.
"There's nothing we can do!" Zhang Jiucheng said with a sigh. "The government is like the sun in the sky, but it doesn't act according to schedule. Of course, ordinary people like us are worried..."
Monk Dahui held his rosary in his hand and sneered, "Bullshit!"
Zhang Jiucheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed along with him: "That's bullshit indeed. In fact, the official's move is not unexpected. He has always been doing things in an unsystematic way over the years... It's just that he was far away in previous years, and now he is so close that he is so confused."
"I have stepped down from the rope bed, and now I am trying to raise you up. You should never take on anything without permission." Monk Dahui was talking nonsense again.
"I am not taking responsibility for it without any reason, but I am unwilling to do so." Zhang Jiucheng replied sternly. "The emperor is clearly trying to revive the country, but he is still unwilling to learn from the Taoism..."
"Even the emperor is unwilling to be ordained, so how can I not be unwilling?" Monk Dahui sneered again.
"Your family's Buddhism has never achieved positive results." Zhang Jiuchen was speechless.
"Has your family's Taoism ever become a serious and famous school of thought?" Monk Dahui sneered even more. "If you have never gained, how can you lose? If you have never lost, why would you be unwilling?"
Zhang Jiuchen was silent for a moment.
Zhang Jiuchen is about 40 years old this year, which is the golden age for a scholar to enter politics, but he has never served as an official.
Of course, before, it was because of personal academic pursuits and contempt for Cai Jing and others, but later it was because the court changed to the original school and abandoned Taoism. That's right, Mr. Wuqiu, who was born in the southeast, was a disciple of the Taoist master Yang Shi, and an important figure in the southward expansion of Taoism. He was considered the direct descendant of the orthodox Luo School of Taoism.
But to be honest, Zhang Jiuchen was not actually a pure Taoist disciple. He was greatly influenced by Buddhism and was very knowledgeable in mathematics.
But no matter what, Mr. Wu Gou did not hide his thoughts in front of his best friend, the monk Dahui. The two of them were talking about these sharp words, which were extremely simple in human terms... It was nothing more than Zhang Wu Gou hearing that the emperor was coming to the southeast, knowing that this was a rare opportunity, and wanted to come forward again as a famous scholar in the southeast to persuade the emperor to accept Taoism.
However, even Zhang Jiuchen himself understood that the official would most likely not accept it.
Only his teacher Yang Shi had been publicly rejected once, and several of his fellow disciples had also been publicly rejected. If he did not take advantage of the opportunity of Emperor Zhao's visit to reconcile with Southeast and use his identity as a local celebrity in Southeast to try again, I am afraid that his chances of studying Taoism in the future will be even slimmer.
So, I have to go.
However, the courage he had finally mustered up was upset because Emperor Zhao suddenly stopped, and his momentum gradually weakened.
Turning back to the present, Monk Dahui saw that his friend remained silent, but he put away his sneer and slapped his knees to hum in response: "A new drum is beaten in the new year, and a new Dharma rain has been given. All things are renewed, and everything follows the rules. Samantabhadra is delighted and opens the door at the right time. Release the White Elephant King, and he cannot be found anywhere. Only this is not new. Open your mouth casually and swallow the Dharma body. The thousand-year-old peach kernel is originally the old kindness."
The monk Dahui's utterances were not so subtle, and were basically just nonsense with some metaphorical meaning. Zhang Jiucheng immediately realized what he meant, but shook his head heavily: "I am doing this for the Tao, not for fame and fortune, and certainly not for party struggles!"
Monk Dahui shook his head thoroughly: "You are innocent, but are all your fellow disciples innocent? Even if your fellow disciples are innocent, you are not innocent either!"
"How can I not be innocent?" Zhang Jiuchen was finally angered by his old friend.
"After all your talk, aren't you still dissatisfied with the heavy taxes in the southern countryside?" Monk Dahui responded seriously.
"Is this selfish?" Zhang Jiucheng was furious. "Aren't the people in the south taxed heavily?"
"All the people in the north are dead, but they don't have to pay taxes." Monk Dahui put his hands together. "You have never seen the war in the north, but I am a person who escaped from the north during the Jingkang period..."
Zhang Jiuchen was speechless for a moment.
But this time, the monk Dahui did not intend to give up, but continued to pursue: "What you should worry about is whether the taxes of the people in the south are being intercepted by private individuals. Although you have never been to Bianliang, you should trust your fellow disciples and other officials. The government is poor, and they have been growing mulberry trees for five years. Are they all covering up for the government?"
"I can trust the emperor, but I can't trust those soldiers and generals." Zhang Jiucheng did not hesitate. "The thousand-year-old peach pit is the benevolence of the past... Zhang Jun is a corrupt official, famous all over the world! Han Shizhong is a rude official... When the Western Army defeated Fang La, they caused more trouble in the southeast than Fang La. Wasn't Han Shizhong one of them? How did he turn around and become a famous minister and general? If the emperor and father really use the blood and sweat of the people in Jiangnan, it would be better than giving it all to those Western Army officers!"
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