After a cup of tea, they appeared in the city of tiger pass. On the street, there were a large group of Confucians in uniform red robes. They walked together in groups, most of them were monks. Each of them held a bunch of lighted sandalwood in their hands and walked up and down the street with a respectful look. The leader was friar jiedan, with a dignified look.
"Astronomy, what''s the situation?"
Wang Qingshan asked curiously. If he didn''t guess wrong, it should be some kind of sacrifice.
"Uncle Qi, today is the birthday of sage Kong. From the emperor to the common people, they have to worship sage Kong. This is a very important festival of the Dayan Dynasty."
"The birthday of sage Kong? It''s interesting. Let''s find a place to live first
They found an inn and stayed.
Wang Tianwen put on a red shirt, holding a bunch of burning sandalwood in his hand.
"Uncle Qi, today is the birthday of sage Kong. I have to attend. I''m afraid I can''t accompany you."
Wang Tianwen is full of apologies.
Wang Qingshan waved his hand and said with a smile, "it''s OK. You''re busy. It''s not too late for us to leave after you''re busy. It''s not urgent these days."
Wang Tianwen walked out of the inn with a bunch of burning sandalwood in his hand. Several Confucian students in red shirts followed him.
"Confucius is the only one who is virtuous in heaven and earth. His virtue is better than that of the sun and the moon. He is also the teacher of the hundred kings. He excels the saints. He respects his virtue and teaches himself to correct his life."
while walking in the street, Wang Tianwen recites the sacrificial rites, and the Confucian students behind him recite the sacrificial rites.
The air is filled with thick sandalwood, you can hear waves of neat chanting.
"Seventh uncle, the Confucianism and Taoism in the field of cultivating immortals in the central plains are very interesting."
Wang Qiuming said with a smile, looking at the scholar in red passing through the street.
"Let''s have a look at it more. It''s just an eye opener. Maybe there''s something we can learn from."
Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming followed Wang Tianwen''s team, and there were more and more Confucian students in red who joined Wang Tianwen''s team. Everyone was chanting sacrificial rites, mainly praising the sage Kong.
The team walked around the street, irregular, and the number of people was growing. After a cup of tea, dozens of teams gathered in a square of more than 100 mu. There were thousands of people, men and women, old and young, who were all dressed in a unified red Confucian shirt. They looked very spectacular.
In the middle of the square stands a statue of sage Kong, more than 30 feet high. Sage Kong holds an ancient scroll in his right hand. He is kind-hearted and looks at the distance as if he is teaching.
Next to sage Kong, there are three round platforms. Two men, one woman and three yuan infant friars are sitting on the three round platforms. They are all wearing red robes and look dignified.
Not far away, there is a red table about ten feet long, on which some spirit fruits are placed. Next to it, there is a huge red incense burner, in which there are a lot of sandalwood, among which there are three ten feet long golden sandalwood. Wang Qingshan smells a little, and feels refreshed.
"Third level fragrance!"
Wang Qingshan was a little surprised. All the monks of Yuanying came forward. It must be more than sacrifice.
Thousands of Confucians stood around the statue of sage Kong. They stood in order. Everyone''s eyes were devout. Judging from their speech and behavior, they were not the first time to attend the birthday of sage Kong. They were more skilled.
Three Yuan Ying friars stood up and bowed to the statue of sage Kong. A dignified middle-aged man said: "in the 700 years of Xuande reign of the great Yan Dynasty, we welcome the 78345 anniversary of the birth of Confucius, our forefather. We''d like to use fragrant flowers, wine and fruit, dance elegant music, and respect the spirit of Confucius and other sages. Where is the world? Where does human beings live? After reciting the sacrificial rites, the three Yuan Ying monks led the Confucian students to pay homage to the sage Kong. Everyone''s expression was very devout.
After the worship of Confucius sage, the middle-aged man''s eyes slowly passed over many Confucian students and said in a deep voice: "Confucius sage said: there is no class in education. As a disciple of Confucius sage, I should carry forward this fine tradition. I am good at landscape painting. Let me tell you about painting."
When middle-aged men talk about painting, it''s obvious that it''s painting. In fact, it contains Taoism. How much you can understand depends on yourself.
The three yuan infant monks talked about different contents, such as painting, dealing with people and refining utensils.
Wang Qingshan nodded secretly. The Wang family could learn from it and hold large-scale festivals regularly to enhance the sense of belonging and cohesion of the people. High level monks came forward to preach.
The sermon lasted for one day. After the sermon of the three yuan infant monks, when it came to the defense session, Yuan infant monks would answer some of the monks'' questions about cultivation or conduct themselves.
When night fell, it was dark and the square was bright. The sermon was over. However, many Confucians stayed in the square. After listening to the sermon of monk Yuanying, they occasionally felt it and stayed in the square.
A huge blue light curtain covers the north of the square, and every Confucian is protected by the array to avoid external interference.
Wang Tianwen sat on the ground with his eyes slightly closed. After listening to the sermons of the three yuan infant monks, he had a feeling occasionally, and he was understanding it with his heart.The experience of enlightenment is both mysterious and mysterious. It takes a few hours or decades. Once upon a time, a scholar in jiedan period felt that he did not take any spiritual things. After 50 years of meditation, he realized the true meaning of Taoism and entered Yuanying period. It was once a good story.
Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming stayed near the square, but they had plenty of time Worry about the delay.
A month later, some people got up and left one after another. Some monks advanced from the third floor to the fifth floor of the building foundation. Some monks also stood still. There were seven jiedan monks sitting on the square. They all had a feeling, and they didn''t know when they would wake up.
Wang Qingshan had fallen into epiphany for several months, and he was not sure when Wang Qiuming would wake up and stay nearby for the time being.
Wang Tianwen''s eyes closed slightly. He felt that he was in a gray space. In the space, there was a blue wooden table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it.
He stood at the blue wooden table, looking reminiscent, as if thinking about something.
I don''t know how long later, Wang Tianwen suddenly raised his pen and fell down. A lotus flower appeared on the drawing paper, and the lotus bud was blooming.
His right hand flashed and grabbed at the empty space of the painting paper. A shining lotus suddenly appeared in his hand, and the glow was uncertain.
"I see. When I first learn painting, painting mountains is mountains and painting water is water. The second level is painting mountains, not mountains and painting water is not water. The highest level is painting mountains or mountains and painting water or water."
He just felt that the gray space suddenly broke and he returned to reality.
"Three layers of jiedan!"
Wang Tianwen looks happy. He can clearly feel that his own breath has become much stronger.
Before him, he was in the second level of jiedan. The monk Yuanying preached that he saved years of hard work and entered the third level of jiedan.
He stood up, punched the statue of the sage and bowed: "thank you very much