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Chapter 493: Flowers Bloom and Fall

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    "Five hundred years in the future, five hundred years in the future," said with a silent smile, "Decision-making is a matter for only a few people. When there are too many people involved, it's like a meeting of ducks.  Click on it."

    "Then you still invite these gods?" Gui Youguang said a little dizzy.

    "The power of the Tathagata Buddha is boundless, and there must be eight hundred arhats to support the scene." Silently smiled: "If I do this by myself, it's just my own behavior, but if I bring these great gods here, it will be a one-off."  A grand meeting that continues the past and ushers in the future, a meeting that is destined to be recorded in history, can the effect be the same?"

    Gui Youguang paused for a while, shook his head and smiled wryly: "Your Excellency has become bigger and bigger, and now everyone knows it, and he has once again become a topic of conversation in the government and the public."

    "Then what can I do?" Shen Mo said with a smile: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. I can only be a tide-rider riding the wind and waves."

    Silently let the elders of the Wang family make noise. It was not until the end of March and the beginning of April that he conveyed such a meaning through He Xinyin, a famous southeast feng shui master.  up?

    how's it going?  The horoscope has not been written yet.  Everyone is dumbfounded now, even if the draft is finalized now, and then carved, it will not be completed in a month, right?  They all said: "How many days later?"

    Master He shook his head and said: "No, no, once this day is over, next year will be next year."

    Although I don't know why the auspicious day is so mysterious, but what the authority said is always right, now everyone stopped arguing, looked at each other and said: "This time, whoever has a way, let's listen to him."

    So Wang Ji got up and grandly launched the leftist version of the Zhezhong leftist statue——Mr. Yangming's seated statue of Han Baiyu Yanfu.  After removing the red silk, Mr. Yangming was seen wearing a boa robe and a seven-beam cage scarf crown decorated with sable cicadas, touching the red belt with his left hand and holding a jade wat with his right.  With a clear face, a slight smile, beard and beard crossing his shoulders, and a serene expression, he is lifelike and sacred, making Wang Sizheng wait for the old man who has seen a real person, his eyes are red all of a sudden, and he keeps saying, "Like! It's so similar!  He also complained to Wang Jidao: "With such a good statue, why didn't you take it out earlier, and we will waste our time."

    Wang Ji smiled and said nothing, and said in his heart that if it was brought out earlier, you would have to show your authority by picking your nose and eyes.

    ? Seeing that the offering is so decided, everyone's trip can't be wasted. You must do your best for the ancestor's ancestral hall.  Each of the six major schools produced Yangming’s handwriting inscriptions, such as "Jiaoting Ji", "Twelve Scenes", "Zhi Luozheng Temple", "West Lake Poems", etc., which are their treasures  , Now donate it to add glory to the ancestral hall.

    On the auspicious day of the zodiac, the members of Wang Xuemen and the officials and gentry of Suzhou City gathered in the newly completed Yangming Ancestral Hall, held a grand ceremony, and respectfully invited Yangming Lord to return to the throne.  Looking at the teacher's voice and smile, and thinking of how approachable and knowledgeable he was as an old man back then, the members of Wang Xuemen couldn't help crying together, and finally vowed to promote Xinxue and take back the status he deserved for Mr. Yangming.

    Shen Mo entertained them graciously, and then "reluctantly" sent the elders back. When they parted, there were special local customs and customs, so that everyone could come and return with joy, and Shen Mo would revive Wang Xue with all his heart and enthusiasm.  The reputation of generosity spread in all directions and reached the ears of all sects and sects.

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    After this matter is done, Mo Mo has no regrets anymore, starts to pack his bags, says goodbye to the wealthy gentry in Suzhou City, and waits for Yan Maoqing to take over, and then embarks on the road to Beijing.

    On the eighth day of April, Yan Maoqing arrived outside the city of Suzhou. Mo Mo was planning to hold a handover ceremony with him on an auspicious day, but suddenly a bad news came——Tang Shunzhi was critically ill and on his deathbed, and now he was going along the Grand Canal.  Going to his hometown of Changzhou, he ordered his staff to send a message to Shen Mo, hoping to see him for the last time—Shen Mo was suddenly struck by five thunderbolts, and he no longer wanted to socialize with someone Yan, so he sent someone to send a message, and then went south by boat along the Grand Canal  , I'm afraid I can't say goodbye to my uncle.

    The mood of silence along the way was very low. He thought he was used to seeing life and death, and his heart was as hard as a stone. He didn't expect to hear the news, which made him unable to eat and sleep at night.  It can be seen that this Uncle Tang, who is also a teacher and a friend, has a place in his heart

    The boat broke through the water along the way, and finally met the official boat escorting Tang Shunzhi at Jiaxing Mansion.

    The two boats missed each other, and the sailors fixed the pedals firmly. A handsome young man dressed in white with a haggard face came out and bowed deeply to Shen Mo: "Senior brother, you can count yourself here." He is Tang Shunzhi's son  , named Hezheng, styled Yuanqing, smaller than Mo Mo

    After several years of boating and fighting so far, it was finally time when the fuel was exhausted, and he relieved himself of his responsibilities without any regrets, and returned to his hometown by boat to bury his bones

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    Facing this sage, who can overcome the misfortunes and blessings of life and death, and regards himself as a stinky skin, Silence seemed to realize something, and he knelt down on his knees respectfully, and asked softly: "Dare to ask my uncle, how do you treat glory as nothing?  Life and death are beyond measure?"

    Tang Shunzhi smiled slightly and said softly: "Mr. once said: 'Look at this flower tree, it blooms and falls by itself in the deep mountains. Before you look at this flower, this flower and your heart will die together. When you come to see this flower, the color of this flower will be revealed.  I suddenly understood. Then I knew that this flower is not outside of your heart.'" After a pause, he continued: "This is the truth of my mind, and it takes a lifetime to interpret. This flower in your heart must be different from the flower in my heart.  , so I can't teach you."

    "You mean, let me understand it with my heart?" Shen Mo asked softly.

    "It's like this," Tang Shunzhi said slowly, "but when my uncle is dying, he can refer his own experience to you."

    "Uncle, please tell me." Shen Mo Su Rong held his breath——

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