Chapter 106 Chapter One Hundred and Five

The mountain where Han lives is called Sanhua Mountain. Early the next morning, Mrs. Gu took Xiaoqiu and Yuan Mei on the road.The little girl sent them ashore in a boat, and everyone reluctantly waved goodbye on the shore.Xiaoqiu didn't use the wheelbarrow anymore, because they were going up the mountain and had to climb the steps and walk a long way.Along the way, they met some people who went to the grave to sweep the tomb and offer sacrifices. Only then did Xiaoqiu and the others realize that it was Qingming. Every time Xiaoqiu celebrates Qingming, her heart is always sore and tingling.Because his relatives passed away early, he couldn't even find a place to go to the grave.He couldn't be filial while alive, so he couldn't offer sacrifices afterwards, and couldn't repay San Chunhui's feelings, so why didn't he feel sad.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.Where is the restaurant?The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.Since ancient times, Ching Ming Festival has been a time for breaking souls, and it is also a time for searching for people, no matter whether you are looking for the living or the dead. Yuan Mei wore a straw hat and followed Madam Gu. The mountain is very steep and the stone steps are so narrow that only one person can climb it.The goshawks circled, the voices of birds were melodious, the voices of apes burst out, and the clouds and mists were lingering.The mountains are high and steep, and the mountains overlap, and each mountain is higher than the other.

Yuan Mei was still in a pure linen dress, dressed as a peasant woman, with her elegant demeanor and Liu Yao's charming demeanor, which made people fall in love with her. Even her back view is also pleasing to the eye, dreaming about it. Halfway through the journey, there was a monk playing chess together on the narrow mountain road that could only accommodate one person. The monk twists the Buddha beads in his hands, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he has the air of Lingyun; the Taoist body carries a mahogany sword, which is free from dust and vulgarity, floating like a fairy.The chessboard is placed in the middle of the road, almost occupying the entire road.The monk held the black man and sat cross-legged; the Taoist man held the white man with one foot in the air. Both of them were half-hanging on the cliff, as if entering the clouds, but they remained motionless, with no distracting thoughts, and concentrated on playing chess, as if they had already been born and time had frozen.Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the breeze is blowing.Goshawks are circling in the air, and when they fly close, they seem to be right above their heads. Could it be that they are also watching chess?

Xiao Qiu and his party really couldn't bear to disturb them, but if they didn't step over the chessboard, they couldn't pass, if they stepped over the chessboard boldly, it would be too impolite.Neither advancing nor retreating, Yuan Mei signaled everyone to stop and wait. The monk and the Dao were cut off after a kalpa, and they were killing until the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and it was inextricably linked.After watching for a while, the monk gave birth to a child, and Yuan Mei said from the side: "The eminent monk's catastrophe was a good one." Xiaoqiu is only familiar with the way of Go, so she can't help asking: why?

Yuan Mei said: The way of playing games is more important than rigorous.The tall one occupies the abdomen, the low one occupies the side, and the middle one occupies the corner. This is the common practice of chess players.This calamity of the eminent monk is to force the other party to rob, the more times he is robbed, the less material he has to rob, the more unfavorable it will be. Well, that's right.Xiaoqiu seems to understand but not understand. While speaking, the scholar cut off a piece, Yuan Mei nodded in praise: This piece was broken well. Xiaoqiu asked: Why did it break so well?

Yuan Mei explained: A Go proverb says that chess emerges from every break.In a master game, breaking is a strict and ingenious technique.In attack, Duan is to separate and annihilate them; in defense, Duan can use strength to move;Breaking off is very important, this breaking off by the Taoist master cleverly solved the catastrophe. The monk glanced at Yuan Mei indifferently, and made another bet, Yuan Mei applauded loudly again. Xiaoqiu looked at it for a long time, not knowing why, and hurriedly asked: "It seems that the eminent monk has been beaten a few times. How could he be a master?"What's so good about this kid?

Yuan Mei said: You don't understand this, the key to playing chess is to take the initiative.It is better to lose a few times than lose the first.Rather than obsessing over a child in order to survive, it is better to abandon it and take advantage of it;Although the eminent monk was beaten a few times, he still took the lead. This time it was the Taoist priest who couldn't help but glanced at Yuan Mei, thought for a long time, and finally settled down, but it was in another direction.Yuan Mei looked at it, clapped her hands and shouted: Wonderful!wonderful!wonderful! Xiaoqiu couldn't understand it even more, and murmured: "It's not broken, what's so good about it?"

Yuan Mei explained patiently: Even a master player can't stop at the first sight.The beauty of Go is here, there are interruptions, and there are no moves. This is a trial and error in Go, and the robbery is exchanged for the benefits of the robbery.The taboo of playing chess is to follow the opponent to make moves.The more the other party wants to start a robbery at this place and at this time, the less we can follow suit.The place where we are good at is probably the place where the other party least expects us to make a move.And when and to what extent this robbery will be opened, the initiative is in our hands.The wonderful thing about Daoist Chang's son is that he took the initiative back from the other party.

The monks stopped together and looked at Yuan Mei in amazement, with surprise and approval in their eyes. The monk raised his white eyebrows and said with a smile: "Young girl has good eyesight!" Yuan Mei bowed modestly, and said: "Eminent monks and masters are playing with axes in front of the door, laughing at you, laughing at you." Little girl don't need to be humble, you are also a master at chess!The Taoist stroked his white beard, laughed and said, "I don't know where the girl is going?" Yuan Mei said, "Let's go find a gentleman named Han."

Mr Han?The monks and Taoists looked at each other and smiled mysteriously. Um.Yuan Mei said: Do the two seniors know Mr. Han? I know, of course I know.The monk said: Speaking of which, he is still our apprentice. oh.Yuan Mei glanced at Mrs. Gu, as if to say, why does Han have masters everywhere.Mrs. Gu smiled and said nothing. The Taoist said: Mr. Han and we are called masters and apprentices, and they are actually good friends. It's just that he has always had high ambitions and vowed to learn all the knowledge that can be learned in the world, so he worshiped us as teachers. Yuan Mei asked: What did Mr. Han learn from you?The monk laughed and said, "It's just playing chess."Go?Yes.Mr. Yihan's current chess skills, how much has he learned from you?Yuan Mei asked.The Taoist priest is full of pride: His current achievements are far above ours.Yuan Mei asked again: How long have you been teaching?three days.Only three days?Yuan Mei couldn't believe it.

Yes, three days.We only taught him chess for three days, and he was out of the game.The monk looked at the sky, looked at the faintly visible sun, and said: One flower, one world, one Buddha, one Tathagata.Mr. Han is extremely intelligent, talented and heroic. He is indeed a talent cultivated in a century.Compared with him, we are like fireflies competing with the sun and the moon. Xiaoqiu asked: How is Mr. Han's martial arts? We taught him how to play chess, and he taught us three strokes of martial arts.The Taoist said: He defeated our joint attack with only three moves. Everyone was shocked. Mrs. Gu stepped forward and bowed: I haven't seen Mr. Han for several years, is he still in the place where Sanhua Mountain used to live? Mr. Han's whereabouts have always been erratic.The monk clasped his hands together: When we went down the mountain, I heard that he was going out to pick tea. Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep.The mountains of Sanhua Mountain are like fortresses, straight into the sky, where can I find the fairy trail? Xiaoqiu said: May I ask the two masters, how can we find Mr. Han? The monk said: The flowers on the mountain bloom beautifully, as beautiful as brocades; the seemingly static stream is actually flowing continuously.Flowers are easy to wither, but they still bloom unceasingly; although the stream is flowing, the surface of the stream will never change The meaning of life lies in the process of birth, and migration is the eternal truth!He smiled and said: Aren't you also in the process of looking for Mr. Han? The monk pointed to the Taoist and said: In the previous life, I was the wick of the candle, and he was the candle. I ignited myself and melted him, and continued to burn in the flame produced by melting! The Taoist smiled and said: In this life, I have enlightened you, and I have transformed you. The monk nodded and said: Therefore, although Buddhism and Taoism are different, he and I became acquainted with Zen, met through chess, and met each other through hearts. In the end, he said: It is fate that you met us. If you are destined, you will naturally meet Mr. Han. It depends on your good luck and sincerity. A monk together began to settle down again, and the two came and went, getting better and better. After entering the middle game, the game changed drastically.The decisive victory in Go is often in the middle game. The two players have a fairy spirit when they make a move. There is no chance to return to dust. , soul-stirring, lofty artistic conception, vivid and vivid, Yuan Mei couldn't help but applaud. Seeing the passage of time, the day was getting closer to noon, and the situation of the battle was still stalemate. The two moved more and more slowly, and the time of thinking was getting longer and longer. Xiao Qiu was very anxious: what they were looking for was Mr. Han, not to watch the chess ah! He and Mrs. Gu kept winking at Yuan Mei, reminding Yuan Mei that it was important to proceed, but Yuan Mei kept her eyes on the chessboard, not paying attention to their hints at all. At the end of the trip, the monks were silent together, their faces were solemn, and the small stick of cloud seemed to weigh a thousand weights in their hands, unable to fall down for a long time. Xiaoqiu couldn't help but whispered to Yuan Mei: Why are they not playing? Yuan Mei shook her head: It's not that they lost the game, it's that they can't continue playing. Why? Because they played three kalpas.Yuan Mei said: There are three kalpas on the chessboard. When one party proposes kalpas in one of them, the other two will become the opponent's kalpas. The three kalpas are all related to the whole chess game, and no one can stick to the kalpa. Interrupt the robbery. So what to do? Yuan Mei bit her lip and said: The chess game can only end with no winner. Sure enough, a monk and a few hands at the same time made peace, but the two of them did not look relieved at all, but worried, as if they had seen an ominous event. It is said that someone in Dongpu once played the game of Three Tribulations.Yuan Mei said: Unexpectedly, the same ending happened today. The monk and Taoist nodded slightly together: Well, I have heard about it for a long time. It is said that during the Warring States Period in Japan, the famous general Oda Nobunaga marched to Honnoji Temple during the war with another prince, Mori Terumoto. When the game reached the middle of the game, the same game of three calamities as today was played.Yuan Mei said: At that time, the weird ending of that game of chess seemed to imply the occurrence of major changes that followed. On the night of the Three Calamities, Mitsuhide Akechi, the important minister of the Oda family, rebelled. The defenseless Nobunaga knew that the situation was over, so he locked himself in his room and committed suicide at the age of forty-nine.Before ending his life, he put his most beloved tea utensil by his side, set fire to it and burned it, and his body, hair and skin were reduced to ashes in the flames. This is the change of the famous Honnoji Temple in the Warring States Period of Japan.The saying that the Three Tribulations Bureau is an ominous omen began at that time. The wheel of fortune is turning relentlessly. In the war-torn era, no one can predict his honor, disgrace, life and death tomorrow.Although Akechi Mitsuhide defeated Oda Nobunaga, he lost in the duel with Nobunaga's survivor Hashiba Hideyoshi.After a few more years, Hashiba Hideyoshi finally won the world, became Taiko, and changed his surname to Toyotomi.The disputes in the Warring States Period in Japan have finally come to an end. The changes in the Innengji Temple heralded by the game of the Three Tribulations were called a major turning point in the Warring States Period of Japan by historians. So what does today's game herald? The world is like a game, chess is like life, life is impermanent and unpredictable.The monk sighed: "If you don't fight for the first place in flowing water, how can you understand the way of heaven and the truth in chess in just a short while?" The Taoist priest also nodded: "It's unpredictable." After ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Edge has never been tried.Today, if you are like a king, who is not fair.Xiao Qiu laughed loudly and said: The eminent monk and the master are right, but I don't care about the so-called prediction. Yuan Mei shook her head: Xiao Qiu, everything in the world is fickle, so don't underestimate the enemy. If the rivers and lakes are sought by struggle, the rivers and lakes will survive, and if the rivers and lakes are sought by retreat, the rivers and lakes will perish.Xiaoqiu said firmly: I would rather face death for justice and dignity, and I would never bow my knees to avoid the great powers for the sake of surviving. Well, well said.The Taoist applauded and said: Well, I will give you a couplet.After finishing speaking, he gently carved on the cliff with his finger, leaving two large characters on the stone wall: The world is like chess, and the love of all nations is the same in the play; the lake pavilion holds wine, and the two peaks and swords fall in front of the bottle.Hengpi: Look at life with a smile. The monk laughed when he saw this, and lightly patted the chessboard. All the white pieces on the chessboard shot out immediately and embedded in the mountain wall, forming the five characters of Shi Shi Sheng Chess Game. The monks screamed together, chanted the vicissitudes of the world, the mind was fixed, and the dream of Haiyue was flying in the chest. One left and one right flew past Xiaoqiu and his party, laughing and going down the mountain. Xiaoqiu's blood was boiling with excitement, and he couldn't help but respond with a long roar.The howling sound echoed in the valley for a long time. Sanhua Mountain, a famous mountain for a generation, is the main peak among the mountains. Sanhua Mountain is named Sanhua, also known as Bijia Mountain, because the main peak on the mountain is three peaks rising from the ground, resembling a pen holder.To the south is a cliff, hundreds of meters high, facing Puzhao Mountain on the opposite side. Three villages, Qili, Tuanjie, and Yinding lived on the mountain, with more than 500 households and more than 2,000 people.No one can tell how many years they have thrived here.Generations after generations of people set up land and have enough food and clothing, write poems and books and respect etiquette, do business and build a family business, work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.In the mountains, red bricks and green tiles, smoke from cooking, surround the mountains. When you come up to the mountain and look around, in the faint mist, there are patches of half-person-high tea trees scattered in rows, row after row, lush and lush, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.The tea-picking girls are carrying baskets and singing happy tea songs while picking tea. It is a picture of a scene where the yellow birds are singing in the afternoon of the picking day. Han lives in a farmhouse with a pond in front and a bamboo forest in the back.Lightly knocking on the firewood door, a boy in Tsing Yi came out. Mrs. Gu stepped forward and asked: Qingtong, is Han there? Qingtong said: Madam, it's really a coincidence that Mr. Han went out to pick tea early in the morning, and he hasn't returned yet. When are you coming back? This is not clear, as little as one day, as many as three to five days.Qingtong said: Mr. said to pick the single buds of Hanyuan tea. This kind of single buds must be picked in the early morning fog, before the dew dries up. If you come back today, it should have arrived long ago. There is no such thing now. Come back, and probably won't come back today. Everyone was disappointed. Suddenly, Qingtong jumped up, pointed to the distance and said: Mr. is back! When everyone turned their heads, they saw two tea farmers in the distance, a man and a woman, each carrying a basket of new tea, walking this way. Everyone came forward to greet them.The first time I saw Han, his gentle and elegant temperament left a deep impression on Xiaoqiu.To Xiaoqiu's surprise, Han is a hale and hearty, optimistic and cheerful middle-aged man.In his mind, a man who is obsessed with embroidery is more or less feminine, neither male nor female.What's even more inconceivable is that Mrs. Gu respected Han very much, and she gave a big gift as soon as she came, not like she was treating her apprentice; but Han nodded lightly, as if Han was a teacher and Gu was a disciple. Seeing visitors coming, Han was very happy, laughed and let them sit down at the courtyard dam, and asked Qingtong to make tea.His wife is Yuan, a handsome Japanese woman who smiles quietly at the side. The tea Qingtong makes is called Hanyuan tea, named after Mr. Han and Mrs. Yuan. At that time, in Dongying, the tea ceremony was very popular, and all the princes and courtiers drank it. Yuan was a noble girl. Come to the Central Plains.In the vast sea of ​​people, using tea as a matchmaker, they met Han, who also loves tea, and they got acquainted, knew each other, fell in love, and started a romantic transnational love. Han is strong-willed and decisive in his actions, and devotes himself to the study of tea art.With the help of Yuan, after years of hard work and countless failures and setbacks, finally in Sanhua Mountain, where the mountains are high and densely forested, the tea trees are moistened by clouds and mist, and there is no invasion of cold and heat, a tea brewed with white clouds in the cup after brewing, and the fragrance is lingering. A generation of people named Hanyuan tea. Jiuqu Sanhua picks a single bud and boils Hanyuan in a stream of water. The tea buds and leaves are tender and even. .Vast as a mountain, source like water, one is yang, one is yin, one is rigid, and the other is soft. Heaven and man are one, perfect and harmonious. When Han meets Yuan, everything is possible.