Son of Heaven

However, it is unavoidable that people are a little surprised that a Taoist temple offers portraits of people who are not in the orthodox tradition.

Looking at the painting, Liang Chen was a little puzzled for a moment, and couldn't help being lost in a daze.

"What's the matter?" The old Taoist had already put down his broom, walked over, and asked while standing beside him with his hands behind his back.He straightened up, but he was extremely tall, even though he was so old, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Liang Chen, presumably if he hadn't become a monk and became a Taoist priest when he was young, he must have been an outstanding figure.

"It's nothing, it's just that the figure in the Taoist temple is actually in the same position as the ancestor. The younger generation is somewhat unclear about this." Liang Chen smiled and said.

"That's the ancestor of the entire Lanzhen. Lan Zhongfu, whose name is Yuanshan, used to be an extremely powerful official in the Qing Empire. Later, he was dissatisfied with the dim government and returned home angrily. He was determined to give up even if the court asked for a general in every possible way. Of course, Zheng Because of his return to his hometown to live in seclusion, there is Lanzhen, the inheritance and soul of Lanzhen. The ancestor of Sanqing is an illusory god, and the distant ancestor of Lan Zhongfu is the eternal spiritual totem of Lanzhen." The old Taoist smiled lightly.A few words will fully explain the interpretation of this painting here. [

"So that's the case, it's disrespectful." Liang Chen nodded, put another stick of incense in front of Lan Zhongfu's shroud, and bowed three or nine times, which was nine more than when he paid homage to the ancestor of Sanqing just now. bye.

The old Taoist looked at it calmly, but nodded secretly. This young man is very clear about which is more important, and he is quite familiar with ancient etiquette.

"Do you know the origin of this poem?" The old Taoist smiled and asked instead.

"I know a thing or two. This is Tao Xianjing's poem, a hermit in ancient times, who hid in the mountains. The court refused to come out, and wrote a poem to politely decline." Liang Chen nodded.

"Oh? Can you talk about the interpretation of this poem?" The old Taoist raised his sparse eyebrows and asked with interest.

"If you follow the official interpretation that has been passed down through the ages, it is a bit vulgar. But it means that Tao Hongjing does not want to go with the world, which represents his noble character, so he expressed his refusal to become an official in this euphemistic way." Liang Chen thought. After a moment, he replied.

"It seems that you are dissatisfied with the official interpretation? So what if it is according to your understanding?" the old Taoist asked lightly.

"My understanding? Hehe, I didn't think deeply about this poem at first, but when I saw this poem in this Feilai Temple, I suddenly realized something." Liang Chen looked up at the sky in the sky. The white clouds and the green mountain ridges in the distance, smiled lightly.

"I would like to hear more about it." The old Taoist nodded with his hands behind his back, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"That is, there are mountains in life, and there must be high-spirited lives on high mountains." Liang Chen took a deep breath and said slowly.

"How?" The old Taoist was taken aback for a moment, and a complex look flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be surprised and joyful.

"I think the world's understanding of this poem is still biased. Perhaps the poet is not just obsessed with the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, floating away from the world, so he wants to refuse the request to become an official. On the contrary, this clearly expresses the sharpness and sharpness in his bones. As you can imagine, in On the mountain, you can overlook the morning glow and sunset, feel the vastness of the sky, and expand your mind and thinking. I am afraid that this is not only a pursuit of artistic conception, but also a kind of arrogance and pride. However, , the ethereal and lofty beauty, you must experience it yourself before you know it. Mountains and people are waiting for each other all their lives. The mountain is waiting for a person who understands it, and the person is waiting for a mountain worth climbing. If It would be a pity for both of them to miss it. It would make the mountain stagnant for a lifetime, and make people dwarf the plains. It may not be enough for a mountain to enter the clouds, but the most difficult thing is to climb over the barrier of its own inertia. In front of the hundred-ren-high mountain, with the eyes of the sky, people will shrink into ants, as if moving and not moving have lost the meaning of bigness. If you look at the past with the eyes of ants, people will stand upright. Height It determines the level, the level determines the vision, and the vision determines the state of mind. This state of mind is another layer of spiritual benevolence and wisdom. Therefore, when people are at the peak, they know that white clouds can also be embraced in their arms, and greenness can also be cold and sweet. Only when people are on the mountain peaks do they know that height is always a variable, and happiness is a function attached to the trekking process. Only when people are on the mountain peaks do they know that solemnity is a state of mind when looking far away, and only high places can Pointing Jiangshan more boldly.

Because of this, there are mountains in life, and high mountains have their own high-spirited life! "Liang Chen said with his hands behind his back, looking at the green mountains and white clouds in the distance, he finished speaking in one breath.

After saying these words, I just felt that I was expressing my heart directly, heartily, and there was an indescribable joy in my chest.

"Okay, okay, okay. It's rare for you to be so young at such a young age, but have such great insight. Well said, this poem was originally about a person on a high mountain, and all the peaks are small. What is the so-called obsession with landscape painting?" The old Taoist clapped his hands and laughed, and an indescribable look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"You're flattering me. In fact, I'm just posting this out of feeling. It's getting late. After all, I'm a layman and I still have things to do. It's my honor to steal half a day of my life to talk with you today." Long, we will meet again." Liang Chen raised his palm with one hand, performed a Taoist salute, turned around and walked away.

"Young man, have a good journey. I believe that those who can truly understand this poem will also make a great achievement to reach the peak." The old Taoist smiled behind him, but did not send him away.

"I accept your auspicious words." Liang Chen smiled lightly, had already walked out of the Taoist temple, closed the red door, and when he turned around again, he was startled, only to see Lan Yutian standing beside him, staring at him in a daze. Looking at him in a daze, eyes full of disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Liang Chen asked with a frown. [

"You, you actually came out of this flying to watch?" Lan Yutian just came back to his senses at this moment, looking at him, with indescribably complicated emotions in his eyes, like joy, but also like worry.

Seeing the expression in her eyes, Liang Chen couldn't help frowning, "What? Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's just that few people come to this Taoist temple." Lan Yutian bit her lower lip, turned around and left.

"Where did you go just now?" Liang Chen walked side by side with her, a little dissatisfied.

"Are you caring about me?" Lan Yutian glanced at him and asked.

"Not to mention, it's just that you left me alone and turned around. No matter from which angle you look at it, it's a bit impolite. After all, you are the owner of this place." Liang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said.

As soon as I said this, I suddenly felt a strange noise in the sky. When I looked up, I saw a bright white light descending from the sky...