Poor Monk by Shijing

Author:Shijing [Shijing]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 49: Old Bamboo Forest

"The universe begins to be laid, and chaos begins to unfold. The sky is made up of individuals who float up with the lightness of qi, while the earth is made up of those who condense with the heavy turbidity of qi. The seven polities represent the sun, moon, and five stars, while the three talents are heaven, earth, and people. The sun is the sun's sect, and the moon is the yin's image..."

The sound is like an ice spring, low and clear.

In a hut in a small village more than ten miles away from Bukong Mountain, a monk in a snow-white monk's robe was chanting, but his jade-like face was faintly pale.

This is really a very simple hut.

The hut has a thatch roof, and the tables and chairs are all different heights, but they are all arranged with bound volumes in the same way. Seven or eight children, aged five to twelve, are seated behind the table, intently listening.

It's just that after listening to it, there are still some things they don't understand.

A little fat man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who was closest to the monk blinked, suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Master Shanzai, what does ‘Five-star’ mean?"

Being interrupted suddenly, the monk did not show any sullen expression on his face, instead he smiled tolerantly and replied: "The five stars are the five stars in the sky, named 'Chenxing', 'Taibai', 'Yinghuo' The 'star', which corresponds to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, together with the sun and moon, which symbolize yin and yang, are called 'seven politics'."

“What is the ‘Five Elements’?”

Children are very curious, and they ask questions when they hear what they don't understand.

So the monk explained the various origins of the “Five Elements” one by one, and there was no impatience in his expression from beginning to end, and he seemed gentle and generous.

Speaking of such an expansion, he didn't know that it was already dusk outside.

The monk collected his scrolls, and seeing that it was getting late, he was about to end the class and go back to the mountain gate.

Before leaving, several children asked him if he would come tomorrow.

He replied with a smile. "Yes."

The elders in the village estimated the time to come to him and wanted to ask him to stay for a fast meal. They had already answered his kindness for teaching from afar, but the monk politely declined.

"Thank you for the kindness of the donor, but there are evening classes in the courtyard, so I won't stay here today, and the poor monk will come back another day."

Putting his hands together, he made a bow.

It cast a delicate glow on the monk's figure against the dismal sunset outside, making people increasingly doubtful of whether he was a genuine human or a deity and Buddha on that particular day.

The old man who kept him for fasting looked at him with pure respect in his old eyes, and he also paid him back like him.

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