Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 20 Buddha Seal
Murong Ji asked Su Shi, "Have you ever written it?"

Su Shi was stunned, "I haven't written it."

"Oh, that's all right then."

Su Shi: "..." I always feel like he is implying something about me.
After pondering for a long time, he found that the style and writing style resembled his own. These few words hit the nail on the head.

Murong Ji felt happy. What in the world could be more pleasant than Su Shi's happy face?

From now on, let him live in his own shadow! Hahahaha.

“Can you still write?”

Murong Ji rolled up his sleeves and said, "Look at how I show you off today!"
"Looking at it horizontally, it looks like ridges and peaks, with different heights near and far. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain."

Su Shi: "..." The sound of teeth clicking continued, it was that feeling, and that tune.

He pulled Murong Ji over and asked, "Who wrote this?"

Murong Ji was a little flattered, and asked, "Is this enough for me to teach for three months, sir?"

Su Shi raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Zhang Huaimin, wondering if this was a trap for him? After thinking about it, he realized that he was already a man who had lost his power, so there was no need to bother with him anymore.

"Sure, what's wrong with teaching you for three months?" He was a free man anyway.

Murong Ji exhaled, "It was written by a Mr. Dongpo." Then he looked at Su Shi's reaction, and seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, Murong Ji was completely relieved.

There was no Dongpo pork at that time.

Su Shi chuckled and said nothing, continuing to pull Zhang Huaimin to have fun. In short, he just didn't want to let him sleep!
Murong Ji yawned, walked into the house and went to sleep.

I was late for the morning class the next day!

Shi Leyuan punished him by kneeling and burning incense in the main hall. He was also required to recite various scriptures.

Shi Leyuan sat cross-legged on the side, doing his morning prayers in silence.

Su Shi saw Zhang Huaimin off with a smile on his face, as he had to go on duty and could not stay long.

If he dozes off while on duty, it means he is derelict in his duty. It is up to you whether the censors will report him or not.

Thinking of this, Su Shi's face was full of smiles.

As he was laughing, he couldn't hold it in anymore and yawned as he walked into the hall.

He glanced at Murong Ji and said, "Oh, isn't this our great writer, kneeling down?"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes and continued to recite his book. This guy is jumping like this now, doesn't he know how terrifying Shi Leyuan is?

Su Shi yawned again, sat down opposite Shi Yuan, leaned on the Buddhist table and watched the master and disciple doing their homework and reciting.

After a while, it gets a bit boring.

"Foyin, what did this little monk do wrong? Why do you want to punish him like this?"

Murong Ji was stunned at that moment. Who? Who was Su Shi calling?

Foyin? Which Foyin?!

Shi Liaoyuan knocked on the wooden fish and uttered two words, "calm down."

Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly and continued to recite, but he didn't know what he was reciting anymore, as his attention was all on Su Shi and his uncle-master Foyin.

Shi Leyuan sighed and put down the scripture in his hand, "He is not a monk, but a closed disciple of an old friend."

Su Shi was immediately interested. At this time, Foyin was already over 60 years old. He had known him for more than 20 years, but he still didn't know anything about his past. He glanced at Murong Ji and immediately thought of Murong Bo, who was famous in Gusu. They were both considered to be people from the underworld, so it was not too much to know each other.

But where did this closed-door disciple come from?
"Who is this kid's master?"

Foyin sighed softly, with a look of nostalgia on his face, "Uncle Zhang Ping, Mr. Wuzhen."

Su Shi thought for a long time but couldn't think of this person. But who was Foyin? How could someone who could confide in him be a mediocre person?
"I really don't know who he is." Su Shi took a fruit from the altar, wiped it on his sleeve, and took a bite.

Turning his head to look at Murong Ji who was kneeling and offering incense, he said, "Boy, tell me about your master."

Murong Ji let out a breath and glanced at Foyin. Seeing that he had no other reaction or gesture, he knew what he meant.

"My master's name is Zhang Boduan, with the courtesy name Pingshu and the nickname Ziyang Shanren. He specializes in sincerity and is the founder of the Southern School of Taoism, but he is a later master."

Su Shi suddenly laughed, "Haha, ancestor of the Southern School of Taoism, boy, you are bragging too much, aren't you afraid that your master will beat you up?"

Murong Ji smiled and then his face darkened slightly. "Mr. Su, how about I tell you about what my master did? If he can really become the ancestor of the sect, how about you teach me Sanyue?"

Su Shi rolled his eyes and thought, this boy is so cunning. Of course, he didn't know the word cunning.

When he turned around, he saw Foyin nodding with approval, saying that this young boy is teachable and he knows who are capable.

Just as Su Shi was about to refuse, Foyin spoke first, "You don't dare? Are you afraid of being outdone?"

Su Shi:"……"

After thinking for a while, he realized that he had nothing to do, and with Wang Shen's relationship, it was okay to teach this kid. "Okay, I want to see if this Zhang Ziyang can become the ancestor of the clan."

Murong Ji put down the Buddhist incense he was holding high, walked forward respectfully, inserted it into the furnace, and found a cushion to sit on.

"Ahem, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are the foundations, and the three religions are integrated into one family."

Su Shi's pupils shrank and he became serious in an instant. People like them seemed to be born with a mission. Leaving their names in history was almost engraved in the bones of the literati.

There are only two ways to realize self-worth: making contributions in official circles and making statements in literary circles.

It's all fine to make achievements in officialdom, be a civil or military official, reach the highest position in the country or be invincible in battle. However, historical achievements are not so easy to achieve. All you do in your whole life is to gain a good reputation after death.

It is even more difficult to establish a reputation in the literary field and become a saint. Founding a school of thought, creating influence, etc. are all gambles that last for hundreds or thousands of years.

If you succeed, you will be a master. If you fail, you will be the dust of history.

Whether there is something real or not, whether you can see a path, that is a threshold. Those who can know where the literary world will go in the future are all outstanding people.

With just this one sentence, Su Shi knew that this man named Zhang Boduan could really become the ancestor of the clan. Why?
Because some of his classmates were doing the same thing.

Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi were summarizing these things.

Murong Ji smiled somewhat complacently, "Ahem, what is a human being? Human nature is consistent with the moral order of the universe."

“Through self-cultivation and practice, people can realize their own good nature, become one with the universe, and pursue the highest moral realm.”

"Well, preserve the laws of nature and eliminate human desires."

Su Shi's eyes changed, looking at Murong Ji's strange face, "This is Confucianism, what about your Taoism?"

Murong Ji's face froze. Without that foundation, he was not suitable to pretend to be Thief, as it would be easy to be exposed.

Fortunately, Master Zhang Boduan also has something. "The cultivation of the Great Dao is easy or difficult. You must know that it depends on me as well as on heaven.

(End of this chapter)