Although he was determined to take Zheng Sen to Kaiyuan Temple to visit Monk Kongming, it was almost the end of the year, and there were many things at home, and Kaiyuan Temple was also busy, so it was not until the second year after Yuan Xi that Zheng Zhilong had time to take Zheng Sen to Kaiyuan Temple.

"I wonder what the donor is here to find me?" When Monk Kongming saw Zheng Zhilong, he did not go around like he did with those scholars, but asked Zheng Zhilong's purpose directly.

"To be honest with Master, I did have some things to trouble Master this time." Zheng Zhilong also replied with a smile, and then he turned his head and said to Zheng Sen: "Sen'er, I haven't come out to pay homage to Master."

Zheng Sen hurriedly came forward and saluted, "I have met Master Kongming."

The monk Kongming didn't say anything, but stared at Zheng Sen for a while. Zheng Sen felt a little embarrassed when he began to doubt that the monk had seen something, so he suddenly smiled and said, "The Zheng family Qilin son is really well-known. It is also the family of Zheng's donor who accumulates good deeds. Only then can he have this kind of child when his ancestors have good deeds."

After hearing this, Zheng Sen almost laughed. If a pirate like the Zheng family who killed and set fire can be considered a family of Jishan, wouldn’t there be a family of Jishan in this world?

"The master is too much. The dog son is naughty by nature and cannot be praised by the master." Zheng Zhilong said, "This time, Zheng was shameless and begged to come to the door, because of this incompetent boy. In addition, this time... Well, Asen, didn't you say you were going to climb the Kaiyuan Twin Towers? You went to the temple first and told the master something for your father."

So Zheng Sen came out of the Zen room and started to wander around the temple with a servant. After turning, he turned to the bottom of Renshou Tower. He saw a man painting the tower with ink beneath the tower. Another Confucian scholar stood aside to watch. Since his previous life, Zheng Sen was not very interested in temples and other things. When he went to tourist attractions, he always didn't like wasting time in the temple. However, at this time, he could only wander around here. When he was bored, he saw this person painting, so he naturally ran over to watch the fun.

The man drew very quickly, and it was finished in a short while. Zheng Sen saw the Confucian scholar standing aside taking the pen, and the pen was like a dragon and a snake, so he wrote a poem in a corner of the painting. However, this man wrote cursive script, and his handwriting was extremely beautiful, and it looked like he was about to fly out of the canvas, but Zheng Sen didn't recognize what he was writing.

After finishing writing, the man threw down his pen, turned his head, and saw a handsome child staring at the calligraphy and painting, and teased him and said, "Do you recognize the words on this boy?"

"I don't know." Zheng Sen shook his head and said, "Although I don't know what it is written, it looks good. And it's placed at the same time. If there are no these words, the right side of the painting will look too heavy. These words are like a weight here, and this painting is suppressed."

The man was just teasing Zheng Sen, but he didn't expect him to say such words, and he couldn't help but be surprised. He looked at Zheng Sen seriously, as if he wanted to determine whether the person who was speaking was a child. To be honest, it would not be surprising if such a comment was said from an adult who had read a little book, but it would be surprising from the mouth of a child who seemed to be only seven or eight years old.

"How old are you? Whose child is it?" the Confucian scholar who painted also asked.

"My father is the guerrilla general of the Five Tigers of Xiamen. The boy is eight years old this year." Zheng Sen replied politely. He saw that both of them were following him. He was obviously not a poor person, but he was probably a famous person in the local area. Now Zheng Sen is in a hurry to become famous, so who said that he should be famous as soon as possible. Anyway, Zheng Sen thinks that these two people should be able to make him famous.

"Oh," the Confucian scholar who was inscribed later stroked his beard and said, "Oh, Xiamen Guerrilla General, isn't that Zheng Zhilong? I don't expect that the Zheng family has such a son. Doll, have you read books? Do you know how to read? How could you come here?"

"The boy's grandfather taught the boy a little bit about "The Analects of Confucius", and later studied "Hundred Family Surnames" and "Thousand Characters" in the clan school for several months. These words must be recognized, but Zheng Sen did not recognize any of the words written by the teacher, but they just thought they looked good. My father believed in Buddhism, and today he went to the temple to incense, and brought me. Now my father was talking to Master Kongming, so he let the boy walk around in this temple."

The two of them nodded unconsciously when they heard the child's answer in an orderly manner. The Confucian scholar who was painting smiled at the writing writer: "I don't want a murderous person like Zheng Zhilong to be a Buddhist."

As soon as he said this, before he could answer the writing, Zheng Sen sternly said: "What did this gentleman say? My father, as a military general, eliminated the rebels for the court and returned the peace of the Fujian Sea. How could this general not kill people? My father often taught his boys: "In the Buddhist temple, there are Bodhisattvas with merciful eyebrows, and Vajras with angry eyes, so they subdue the four demons; Bodhisattvas with lowered their eyebrows, so they are compassionate to the six realms. Those who are military generals are inevitably killed, but they must have compassionate

If you can kill less, you should kill less; if you can kill less, you should kill less. This is compassion, which means making an angry Vajra in the world. If you are interested in killing people, you are a demon in the world. Without compassion, how can you be a general?’ He is about to suppress bandits, and the bandits he has born to win are often beheaded and merited. My father said, “How can people follow bandits, and they are willing to do it themselves, mostly because of coercion.’ Therefore, they often only kill the evil people, and not the rest. In this way, how can they be called killing people like numb? So how can they not believe in Buddhism?”

After hearing this, the two of them became more and more surprised. When they looked at Zheng Sen again, they saw that his eyes were wide open and he stood straight, as if he had a sharp feeling of a sword being unsheathed.

"Brother Zhang Hou is Meng Lang." The person who wrote stared at Zheng Sen for a while, then turned his head to the painting Confucian scholar, "According to his father to the same son, has he been taught a lesson by this child now?"

The Confucian scholar who painted was also stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "Brother Yanhao said yes, it was indeed me, Meng Lang, who was rude." After saying this, the man stood up straight, bowed to Zheng Sen with both hands, and said seriously: "I don't know what it is to argue with your father. I am rude, and I beg my brother to forgive me."

Zheng Sen did not avoid it, but stood there and received a gift from this man. However, he heard the man say again: "The younger brother turned his order to be a general without compassion. This is the right truth. The young student said something rude and heard the right way. How could he be lucky! Please accept another gift." After that, he was about to bow to the ground again.

This time, Zheng Sen did not dare to accept it anymore and hurriedly wanted to avoid it. The man said again: "Don't hide, brother, this gift was not for you, but for your father's kind words." After hearing this, Zheng Sen did not dare to hide anymore, so he received another gift.

After the man finished the salute, he found Zheng Sen's name again. Zheng Sen naturally told them, but asked about the names of the two men again.

The inscription said: "I am Hong Chengzhen, Nan'an. This Mr. Chen is from Zhuji. His name is Hong Shou, and he is the master of Mr. Qishan."

"But Mr. Liu Fushan from Shanyin?" Zheng Sen immediately asked with his eyes shiny, "When he was in Japan, he had heard Mr. Liu Fushan's name many times from Japanese scholars."

After hearing this, Chen Hongshou immediately smiled and said, "Apart from Mr. Liu Qishan from Shanyin, where is the second Mr. Qishan in the world? But he didn't expect that his mentor's name had been spread overseas." Obviously, he was very happy to hear that his teacher's reputation was spread overseas, so he naturally became more and more pleasing to Zheng Sen. It can be seen that flattery is definitely a science, and he must take pictures of the point so that he cannot express his appearance and the effect is good.

Chen Hongshou was happy, so he turned his head and said to the Hong Chengyan: "Brother Yanhao, look at this son, is he quite the style of using the Three Character Classic as a tribute to me?"

Zheng Sen did not study history very seriously in his previous life, so he didn't know who Mr. Chen was. Even Mr. Liu Qishan (Liu Zongzhou) was a famous man in the world whom he learned after doing his homework recently. However, who is Hong Cheng-chan's elder brother, he doesn't need to know any history. What "the kindness of the king is as deep as the sea, but the ministers are as loyal as the mountain", and what "the sad and sick body, the appearance of the country and the beautiful city of Qing (the hat of Qingcheng)" are all satirizing this traitor who betrayed the nation. Because this big traitor is so famous, he has become famous with his brothers and mother who firmly draws the line with him.

Zheng Sen remembers that after the Qing Dynasty had ruled the world, Hong Chengju lived on a river boat and never came out to see anyone again. He claimed that he "don't wear the head and the feet don't wear the clear land." Later, the traitor Hong Chengchou returned to his hometown to build a large mansion for himself to show off his wealth. Hong Chengchou built a "Shuangzhong Temple" at the door of Hong Chengchou's house to worship Xu Yuan and Zhang Xun, a national hero who resisted An Lushan in the Tang Dynasty. It is said that Xu Yuan in the temple was full of eyes and two fingers.

His head was pointing at the gate of Hong Chengchou's family. Everyone said that "fingering against evil people". Unfortunately, this temple was not preserved later. Later, some guys with bad heads actually set up a Hong Chengchou Memorial Garden to commemorate traitors in Hong Chengchou's former residence to carry out "patriotic education". However, no one remembers to rebuild the Shuangzhong Temple at the gate of this memorial garden and let Xu Yuan's two fingers point straight over again. It's really regrettable.

Now some people compare themselves with Hong Chengchou, the "meanor" who promoted national integration. Although they know that the man was out of good intentions, Zheng Sen still felt a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!