When he entered the yard, a limp old servant came up with him, and the demonic aura was also everywhere on his head, but the realm was only changed by the ghost immortal.

After the old servant gave the salute, Huangfu General Chang Jin welcomed him into the room.

The main hall is wide, and in the corner, a few little foxes were half squatting and half sitting next to the short table, holding the booklets and reading. Chang Jin glanced over and found that those were not secrets of cultivation, but common enlightenment books for children in the secular world, such as "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic", "The Rules of Disciples", "Youthful Learning Qionglin".

When they saw outsiders coming in, they all raised their heads and looked at Chang Jin with curious eyes.

One of them ran to Chang Jin intimately and kept calling out excitedly. It was the one that Chang Jin saved a few days ago. He just learned that his name was Qingfeng.

"Young Master Chang, these are all old tribe members..." Huangfu Yuanwai introduced, and then shouted at the group of little foxes: "You can't be rude when the guests are here, you can't be rude, hurry up and go out to play."

"Zhizhi" the little foxes saluted in unison and turned away.

Chang Jin was amazed in his heart that such tutoring etiquette is not common even in secular families. From the small to the big, Huangfu Nanshan is not simple.

When he turned his head and looked at the decoration in the hall, he found a portrait hanging on the central wall, with an old rural scholar wearing a long gown, half-sitting on the stone, holding a book in his hand to study.

"Who is this?" he asked curiously. It is obvious that he is not an ordinary Confucian scholar who can be solemnly hung on the wall by Huangfu Nanshan.

"This is my old teacher, Liu Mingli." Mr. Huangfu looked at the portrait and answered with respect.

"Liu Mingli?" Chang Jin looked confused. He recalled carefully and seemed to have never heard of any great scholar named Liu Mingli.

"Young Master Chang doesn't have to think too much," Huangfu Yuanwai smiled and said, "My master is a private school in a rural area. It's normal that Mr. Chang has never heard of it. But he is my teacher... Sixty years ago, I accidentally entered a cave by chance and found that it was spacious inside, with tables, chairs and benches placed in the middle. But it has not been lived in a long time, and the top is covered with dust. I also found the Taoist scriptures of the elixirs inside. I was curious and swallowed the elixirs, and then developed spiritual consciousness and began to practice.

Unfortunately, without the guidance of a famous teacher, I gained very little from practicing for nearly ten years. Suddenly, one day my blessing came to my heart, and I had the idea of ​​learning human language, so I came out of the mountain and hid in the beam of a rural school to listen to the Master's lecture.

During this period, I went to the wild to look for food when I was hungry and ate some wild fruits when I was thirsty. There was no interruption for a day. In a blink of an eye, I finally grindled my throat cartilage and learned to speak.

While there was no one all day and night, the old man knocked on the door and entered the school to visit the old man.

At that time, the old man was very scared when he saw me speaking, but later he slowly calmed down. But I wanted to kowtow and become a disciple, but the old man never agreed.

He did not accept me as his disciple, but he carefully explained the Taoist scriptures to me..."

"I have not transformed into shape yet. The old man has gone to immortality. At that time, the old man's magic power was weak and he was unable to save him. Although he did not accept me as his disciple, I treated him as a teacher in my heart. After transforming into shape, I found someone to paint his portrait and burned incense and worshipped him every day." After that, Huangfu Yuanwai's face was full of regret.

After listening to Huangfu Nanshan’s story, Chang Jin respected this unmasked old scholar in the countryside. Although the teachings of the Saints mentioned that there is no difference in teaching, few can be truly achieved. From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to call the old man a wise man in the countryside.

Then he became confused again. Huangfu Nanshan told so much that he would not just let himself listen to the stories.

Before he could figure it out, Huangfu Yuanwai said again: "I would like to ask Mr. Chang to come here today. One is to express my gratitude to you. Two is to ask for something. I hope Mr. Chang will teach me how to study with my tribe members? If Mr. Chang agrees, I will thank you very much."

When the Master taught a group of foxes to study? This was a challenging task. Chang Jin was a little moved and then shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Yun Sheng is a little talented and knowledgeable, and I hope you can ask for another skill."

Although he had taught Xiaoqian to study and practice calligraphy before, it was just a boring act in his spare time. Now he still has to prepare for the house trial, so how can he have so much free time?

"Young Master Chang, don't refuse first. After I finish my words, do you think that ordinary masters dare to teach me those tribesmen? Not everyone can teach without distinction like my teacher."

This is the truth. Most people will definitely shout and kill monsters when they encounter monsters, and they are very rare like themselves. He thought about it and said, "Since the official is also literate, why not teach them yourself?"

"Young Master Chang didn't know anything. He was stupid and studied under the teacher for four years. He only understood the basics of the words. He was definitely not qualified as a teacher. He had no choice but to teach them for a year before, but it was just a misleading child.

When Mr. Chang saved Qingfeng half a month ago, Lao I wanted to come to the door to thank him, but unfortunately I didn't find Mr. Chang's residence. Unexpectedly, the master saved Qingfeng again. Yesterday, Qingfeng returned, and said that the young master wrote a poem, and the pen was shocked. I think this is probably the noble spirit of a scholar. Since Mr. Chang has great spirit, he should be talented and more than enough to be a master. Besides, the young master saved my tribe several times, which is considered destiny, so why bother to refuse? I hope Yunsheng will be successful..." At the end, Huangfu Nanshan stood up and bowed.

"No, no," Chang Jin hurriedly returned, "I came to the capital city to try my best. I don't have much free time, how can I be someone else's teacher?

"Young Master Chang doesn't have to worry. I let my tribes know how to read. I just want to understand the teachings and understand the truth, not to let them go to the world to get fame and fortune. So Young Master Chang can teach them for one hour a day, and the rest of the time will be at your own expense. In addition, if Young Master Chang doesn't dislike you, you can temporarily live in the village. I will send someone to deliver food, clothing and expenses. This place is quiet, and the young master is not disturbed by his study, which is not better than staying in an inn?" Huangfu Yuanwai said again.

"Okay," it's just to teach people to read, which is simple. Chang Jin nodded and agreed after hearing this. Huangfu Yuanwai said in his last sentence that he was in the inn in the city and was very troubled. Chang Jin was often disturbed during his daily study, so it was difficult to calm down.

It’s better to stay here to teach a few little foxes to study, and even save money on food.

"Thank you, Mr. Chang," Hearing his agreement, Mr. Huangfu shouted excitedly outside the door: "Qingfeng, Xiaoan, come in and pay homage to the teacher."

As he finished speaking, several little foxes rushed into the room and went to Chang Jin to celebrate the apprenticeship ceremony.

Seeing their decent actions, Chang Jin was a little nervous.

At noon, Huangfu Yuanwai ordered a table of dishes from the restaurant in the city to entertain Chang Jin. After dinner, he ordered his old servant to come and take people back to the city.

When he returned to the inn, Wang Qinian and his servants were there. Chang Jin informed Mr. Huangfu asked him to be his master, saying that he might not stay in the inn in the next few days.

Wang Qinian was very interested and asked the students he was teaching if they were young women in their 20s or 20s.

Chang Jin smiled and shook his head, saying that it was only a few children. He naturally would not inform the other party's true identity.

After packing his luggage, Chang Jin returned to Green Willow Villa in a carriage that afternoon.

Huangfu Yuanwai had already ordered his servant to arrange his residence, which was complete with daily necessities, and a large desk by the window, with four treasures of the study placed on it.

Chang Jin didn't care much at first, but he was slightly stunned after looking closely.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone above are famous objects, such as Langhaohu pen, Huizhou Prefecture tribute ink, Xuan paper, and Duan inkstone. Especially the Duan inkstone, the stone is famous, delicate, tender, and lubricating, and it feels crystal clear and oily, making people love it. Such a Duan inkstone is worth at least hundreds of taels of silver.

It seemed that Huangfu Yuanwai had put some effort into him. Chang Jin smiled and put his clothes on the bed. After packing up, he took out a volume of the Buddhist scriptures and read them.

The Great Yan Dynasty was reverent in Taoism and disgusted with Speech. Most of the temples were destroyed, and the scriptures in the temple were not spared. Therefore, it was difficult to find some Buddhist knowledge, so this book was borrowed from Lang Yuzhu.

The decline of the Buddhist family in this world is not because of its own reasons, but because it is just because it is defeated in the dispute over Taoism.

The Buddhist family has been passed down for thousands of years, so it is naturally unique.

For example, a poem in this scripture, he found it profound after reading it: "Hold a hoe with empty hands, ride a buffalo on foot. People pass by the bridge, but the water flows through the bridge."

"Hold the hoe with empty hands, ride a buffalo on foot." If you regard empty hands as the soul, then the hoe is naturally the body. With the soul, the body can only move and sit and lie down; walking is the same. Here, the body is referred to as a buffalo. In fact, it is not the body itself that acts, but it is still the function of the soul. The last two sentences "When a person walks on the bridge, the water flows on the bridge does not flow" also compares the body as a carrier, like a floating bridge leading to the other shore, the soul walks on the bridge, just by relying on this body.

Chang Jin didn't know if his explanation of this little poem was correct. In his opinion, the description in the poem should be a metaphor for the Buddhist practice process. From this we can see that the Buddhist practice should pay more attention to the soul rather than the physical body.

He thought about the scriptures of the Buddhist family and forgot the time without realizing it. When it was dark, the old servant walked to the door and reached out to knock on it a few times, shouting: "Young Master Chang, it's time to eat."

The dinner was also accompanied by Mr. Huangfu. After using the meal, the two chatted for a few words, and Chang Jin returned to the room.

He read books in the candlelight for half an hour, then sat upright on the bed and began to practice.

Just after breathing and breathing several times, Chang Jin's heart moved and released his spiritual sense slightly. A few little foxes tiptoed onto the windowsill and looked at him curiously.

Chang Jin ignored it and took back his spiritual consciousness and continued to practice.

After breathing and breathing, he stood up and smiled and said, "Come in." Seeing Huangfu Yuanwai's actions before, he knew that although these little foxes could not speak, most of them knew human language.

With permission, several little guys rushed to get into the door, and after giving the ceremony, they started to squeak.

Chang Jin smiled bitterly. The other party could understand human words, but he did not understand the beast sound and could not communicate at all.

In the face of danger, when Qingfeng turned around and ran out of the door, he quickly returned with two sandalwood sticks.

As Chang Jin was watching, one of the little foxes lit the sandalwood with a fire twister in their hands. Then they surrounded the sandalwood and squatted and breathed half-squatted.
Chapter completed!