Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

Flood control is an important task related to the national economy and the people's livelihood, and it is a major issue that the government should pay attention to, regardless of ancient or modern times.Especially those in power, it is their duty to supervise and prevent floods.

It is usually necessary to mobilize government and social forces to set up environmental protection and restoration projects and water conservancy projects in a timely manner, and to use various measures of the flood control system during the flood season, including guarding flood control projects, controlling and dispatching flood flow, etc., to ensure the safety of people's lives and property.

It’s fine if the Qing government did not do well. After all, it’s been more than 200 years and it’s irreversible. But the Beiyang government also did a bad job. The warlords in the north and the south competed for their own interests and attacked each other. They didn’t care about social welfare at all and were unwilling to spend money. More financial and material resources are needed to control river dikes and weirs.Repeatedly inheriting the disadvantages of the previous dynasty, not promoting the river project, and allowing its hidden dangers to accumulate.

Right now, Zhang Xun's braided army has been rampant in Beijing for 12 days, and Puyi's dragon chair was kicked out before it was heated up, ending this political farce.

The former president, Li Yuanhong, was obviously not a fool. Of course he knew that Duan Qirui was playing tricks behind him. He wanted to invite him back to his post after the farce was over. Don't even think about it.

The situation fell into a stalemate for a while, and the supreme power of the Beiyang government fell into a vacuum for a short time on the surface. It happened to encounter the Zhili flood again. In the early stage, the local government could only let the local government make up its mind, but the local government was already severely affected by the disaster. Relief victims, let them fend for themselves.

In such a background of the times, the power of the government cannot be expected too much for the time being, but the social level can still be carefully considered.

Pushing the watermelon on the table aside and covering it with a rice cover to prevent flies from biting, Cheng Nuo said seriously: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wang, I am going to hold a bazaar in Shanghai with people from education, culture, and industry. The purpose is to Disaster relief."

"Bazaar?" Regarding such a history that originated in England, Wu Changshuo still couldn't understand the meaning of it: "Is it an auction? Where did the auctioned things come from?"

Cheng Nuo smiled and said, "This will require your help, Mr. Wu."

Under Wu Changshuo's suspicious gaze, Cheng Nuo continued: "When it comes to calligraphy and painting cultural works, Xiling Yinshe is definitely the most influential group in China today, and Mr. Wu, as the president, your attainments in this area are also For the most outstanding batch, many people are flocking to your calligraphy, I wonder if it is possible to make a work on the theme of this disaster relief and sell it for charity, and all the money from the auction will be used for the victims of the disaster.”

After hearing this, Wu Changshuo stood up suddenly, with a happy expression on his face: "Okay, I'm just worried about how I should contribute when I'm old. I also have to show you my works when you eat.”

Wang Fuan also patted his chest and expressed his position: "I am not as good as Mr. Wu when it comes to painting and calligraphy, but after reading your math book recently, I learned a little bit about printing by analogy. The two seals are for auction, as long as you don't look down on Brother Zhiyuan."

"I'm too happy to say what I said, so why would I push it out? Here, on behalf of the compatriots who were hit by the disaster in Zhili, I would like to express my sincere thanks to you two." After finishing speaking, Cheng Nuo bowed solemnly.

With these two leading figures in the Shanghai Cultural Festival, it will be much less difficult to invite others to participate in the bazaar later. The most typical ones are Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Feng Zikai and others who are more or less related to Xiling Yin There is a relationship between Wu, Wang and other seniors, and those younger generations can't stand idly by. In this way, the basic disk of works for the charity sale is guaranteed.

After settling things here, Cheng Nuo rushed to Zhejiang non-stop to meet another important person in the bazaar. Without this person's participation, the entire bazaar would lose a little attention.

Hangzhou, Hupao Temple.

The sky was gloomy and it was raining non-stop.

Even if the weather is not beautiful, there are still some pilgrims who insist on worshiping Buddha, asking about their future, marriage, or other common things. .

The children who came together didn't understand these things. When they were pulled by the adults, they did what the elders did. As for why they did this, no one told him.

Driven by curiosity, even if someone knelt in front of the Buddha, he would secretly open one eye when the adults closed their eyes and made a wish, and looked around to find something from the surrounding Buddha statues. Their eyes met, and they immediately trembled in fright, closing their eyes tightly and pretending not to see.

But the child's emotions come and go quickly, and what happened just now is forgotten for a while. After the end of worshiping Buddha, taking advantage of the time when the adults donated incense money, the child suddenly felt that the rain was very interesting, so he secretly ran to the In the yard, I opened my mouth to the sky, wanting the rain to drip directly into it.

It's a pity that the raindrops at this time seem to have eyes. No matter how you adjust the position, the raindrops just can't fall in. After finally waiting for the raindrops to enter, before they have time to taste the taste, they are caught by an adult and hold their ears out of the rain. Pull over.

"Chu-xian-jun! Your ass is itchy, right? Look back and I won't let your father clean you up!"

"No way, I was just curious and wanted to taste the difference from the water in the well, so I hit me again."

"Can you drink rainwater directly? Let me tell you, it's all God's urine. After drinking it, my stomach hurts, and I can't grow taller!"

"Ah? Bah, bah, bah, I knew I wouldn't drink it. Mother, is God so powerful? After peeing so much, the pond in front of the house is full of water."

"You, it's good to know that it can save me from worrying, which proves that the incense I burn is useful. It's a pity that when God comes, the old man has done his best, and he has suffered the people of Zhili."

Seeing the backs of one big and one small walking away with umbrellas, Uncle Li felt something in his heart. The hand that knocked on the wooden fish suddenly stopped. The seven emotions and six desires in the world.

In fact, he did the same. He handed over his property to his wife and children, and resolutely escaped into Buddhism. It seemed that his heart was just as he had imagined, and he ushered in a moment of peace.

But now when I heard that some compatriots in Zhili were affected by the disaster, my heart suddenly felt rippling. At first, I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was because my practice was not in place, but now I found that the waves were already rough, completely covering up the sound of the wooden fish being knocked in my hand.

Listen carefully, what is the sound of waves and water? On the surface of the water is the conversation between the mother and son just now. Under the water are the cries of millions of disaster-stricken compatriots in Zhili who are dying. And he is a small boat in it, which may capsize at any time possible.

Shaking his head, he wanted to get rid of this picture, but unfortunately he couldn't do it. The wooden fish hit faster and faster, and the sweat on his face became more and more sweaty. In the end, he was sweating profusely.

At this moment, a young novice monk suddenly walked over from the door, clasping his hands together and bowing slightly.

"Uncle Li, there is a man outside the temple who claims to be your friend and wants to come to see you, do you want to see him?"

These words were like a ray of sunshine under the dark clouds, instantly saving the lost Li Shutong, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and licked his dry lips: "Where did you come from, what's your name?"

"He's from Shanghai. He said his name is Cheng Nuo. You were good friends before."

"It's him, invite him here quickly." Li Shutong's eyes lit up when he heard the name, he stood up and was about to invite someone over, but after thinking about it, he felt that he didn't pay enough attention, so he called the little novice monk: "How about it, you go ahead Lead the way, and I will go to greet you in person.”

Cheng Nuo was enjoying the scenery, when he heard the door creak, two monks, one old and one young, came out.
The old one is Li Shutong, he has already shaved off his short beard, his scalp is bald, and he looks like a monk.

Although he is calm and self-sufficient at the moment, there is a glimmer of gloom between his eyebrows and eyes, which proves that life as a monk may not be satisfactory.

Cheng Nuo also secretly lamented that in troubled times, the lives of monks are not easy.

He led Cheng Nuo into the apartment, sat cross-legged, and looked out through the window. It was still raining, unable to bear the pressure of the rain, and the bamboo forest would shake from time to time. It was really a beautiful view.

"Mr. Li, I almost forgot to change my words." Cheng Nuo sat cross-legged on the other side of the coffee table and asked, "Master Hongyi, when did you get ordained?"

Twirling the rosary in his hand, Li Shutong smiled and said, "Speaking of which, it is also because of my destiny with Buddha. The day of my ordeal is just right, and it happens to be the birthday of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva."

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva is the right servant of Amitabha Buddha, also known as Dajingjin Bodhisattva, referred to as Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.Together with the supreme Buddha Amitabha, and Amitabha's left-wing attendant Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, they are collectively called the "Three Saints of the West".

As a secular person, Cheng Nuo only knew that there was such a bodhisattva, and he really didn't know what he was responsible for, and he couldn't even talk about his birthday. , if it weren't for my words, I would never have ruined such a Chinese scholar, and now I have been cleared of my injustice."

Li Shutong shook his head slightly: "There is a good story about the poet monk in the Tang Dynasty who is a 'one-character teacher'. Mr. Cheng's words taught me a lot, and it was like a blow to the head. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is my teacher for the rest of my life. It is just a matter of becoming a monk. In the final analysis in himself and not in him."

Cheng Nuo nodded: "In life, you must have something to ask for. If you live in a muddle-headed way, you will have a lot of regrets in retrospect after a hundred years. But why didn't the mage temporarily become a layman for a while, and if he thinks it is suitable, he can take a step forward. 'Vegetarian' is not Everyone can take it."

Li Shutong said with a smile: "As you said, if I want to see a better view, why don't I just go to the top floor and stay on the stairs without seeing any scenery, so I simply become a monk."

Cheng Nuo had nothing to say, and he was really emotional.

If it becomes a major event, it cannot be done without great perseverance.

Seeing that the greetings were almost over, Cheng Nuo revealed his future goals.

"Recently there was a flood in Zhili, and the people suffered more than a million people. The country was contiguous, and the houses collapsed. I wonder if the master has heard of it?"

Hearing this, Li Shutong's heart stirred up again, his face was faintly painful, and the rosary in his hand seemed to be disobedient, twisting faster and faster, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger.

With a bang at the end, the string was broken and the beads were scattered everywhere.

"Master, are you okay, what's wrong!?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Cheng Nuo stood up abruptly and stepped forward to support Li Shutong.

"Why are you sweating so much? Mage, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to accompany you to the hospital? Something is really wrong with you."

Li Shutong shook his head slightly, his body was a little weak, but he insisted on getting the rosary back.

Cheng Nuo had no choice but to see his lips turned white, which was really worrying, so he speeded up and retrieved the rosary beads one by one, and even found the broken rope, and put them on the coffee table.

The sky outside the window was even more gloomy. A gust of wind blew the bamboo grove toppled. Fortunately, it was resilient, and although it bent over, it did not completely fall to the ground.

"Mr. Cheng, I don't know what the poor monk can do, but it's okay." Wiping the dust off the rosary, Li Shutong asked gently.

"In order to raise as much supplies as possible, we have organized a bazaar in conjunction with Shanghai's industrial, educational and cultural circles. All the money from the auction will be used for disaster relief. I wonder if the mage can make a calligraphy and painting work with the theme of disaster relief?" Worried Body, Cheng Nuo said carefully.

"Of course there is no problem with this. After I prepare for a period of time, I will deliver the work to you." Li Shutong said seriously, trying to put the rosary on again.

If it was before, Cheng Nuo would naturally be able to leave at ease, but now that the other party has become a monk, and with the scene just now, he was really worried: "Will being involved in worldly matters be harmful to the mage's practice?"

Li Shutong was slightly taken aback when he saw this, put down the damaged rosary, shook his head and said: "First of all, I am a Chinese, and secondly, I am a monk. Facing the suffering of my fellow robes, how can I survive it safely? To practice Buddhism, you must first cultivate your heart. Uneasy, those who cultivate are demons."

The leaning bamboo outside the window turned over at the sound, splashed all the rainwater, and stood proudly on the land.

Looking at the bamboo, then at Li Shutong, Cheng Nuo suddenly understood something, so he stopped talking, agreed on a time to hand in the works, and prepared to leave.

Before parting, the other party stopped him suddenly.

"Mr. Cheng, it's not easy to come here from Shanghai. I want to give you something as a souvenir, okay?"

"Naturally, it's excellent. Now I'm here, thank you mage."

"Alright, Mr. Cheng please stay here for a while, I'll bring it over later."

Just like that, Li Shutong left first, leaving Cheng Nuo where he was, admiring the bamboo in the park alone.

After about half an hour, Li Shutong sent a pair of words, which was "The Great Power of Shurangama to Recite the Buddha's Yuantong Chapter", and added a postscript to record the cause and fate at that time in detail. The words of perfect wisdom" entrusted Cheng Nuo's blessings.

When Cheng Nuo received this work, apart from being grateful, he also felt a little annoyed. The Academy of Sciences has been established for half a year, and the skeletons of the five major departments have been built one after another, but there are no gifts that can be given.

If you can't meet people, just give them an electric fan. It's not that you can't take it out, it's just that it feels a little weird.

If you think about it carefully, it’s not a big deal. In the future, when the radio is made and the electric fan gets tired of blowing it, I’ll replace it with a radio. By the way, I can get a wave of publicity.

"Thank you so much, Master. I will treasure it when I go back." Putting the work away, Cheng Nuo wrapped the oil paper that came with him to prevent it from being wet by the rain: "I have a question, there are so many Buddhist classics, why did I just write this Buddhist scriptures?"

Li Shutong was slightly taken aback. There are better books on the classics than it. He didn't know why he chose this Buddhist scripture. He shook his head and said, "I felt something in my heart, so I wrote it. Maybe it's just here and now, and I have a destiny with it." Bar."

Cheng Nuo's head buzzed immediately, and he suddenly figured out what was going on.

The "Viewing Infinite Life Sutra" says: Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva illuminates all living beings in the world with the unique light of wisdom, sits on a lotus seat, speaks wonderful methods, and saves suffering beings.

Before Li Shutong passed away, he had handwritten the four big characters "Sadness and Happiness" on a piece of draft paper one foot square.

The basic view of the academic community is that the three characters "Jian Guan Sutra" are the annotations made by the four-character text of "Intersection of Sadness and Joy", and the scriptures they refer to should be "Guan Wuliangshou Buddha Sutra" in the "Pure Land Five Classics" ; The three characters "Jian Guan Sutra" should be the abbreviation of "Jian Guan Wuliangshou Buddha Sutra".

The day when Li Shutong was shaved happened to be the day when Mahastaprapta Bodhisattva was born, so he entered the house and wrote randomly about Mahasthamaprapta, and the "Guan Wuliangshou Buddha Sutra" is a scripture that records the birth and merits of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.

A single one may be accidental, but when several are added together, it is a bit metaphysical, which is enough to prove that there is a little bit of fate between the two.

That is to say, when Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva was "born", Master Hongyi was "born".

What Master Hongyi did in history coincides with what Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva wants to do - to protect Buddhism and save common people.

Just as Cheng Nuo put away his calligraphy works and was about to leave, the weather suddenly cleared up, and the sun shone down from the thick clouds, dispelling the rain and haze that had swept through for many days.

After the baptism of rain, the bamboos are verdant and rejuvenated, and the bamboo shoots under the ground are also beginning to move.

Seeing Li Shutong's calm expression, Cheng Nuo suddenly said, "Master, are you still teaching at school?"

Li Shutong shook his head: "After the summer vacation, I will no longer be a teacher. All books, calligraphy, paintings, clothes, etc. are also distributed to friends, students and school workers."

Cheng Nuo asked again: "I wonder if Master will be engaged in cultural propaganda work in the future?"

Li Shutong said with hesitation on his face, "Not sure yet."

Cheng Nuo smiled and said, "Why did Sakyamuni, the Buddha, become a monk? Just like you, Master, of course it was not for himself, but for the common people in the world. Sakyamuni was willing to give up his status as a prince and the country in the secular world. He became a monk and practiced with the people, and became a Buddha immediately.

If you want to carry forward the cultural spirit, you might as well go out of the temple gate and come among the broad masses of people. "

In an instant, these words directly dispelled all the smog in Li Shutong's heart, revealing his original innocence.

"The poor monk has been taught."

If you can take the first step, the affairs of the Academy of Social Sciences will be much easier to handle, and it will be a big deal for non-staff.