Chapter 857

"What are you talking about?"

Around a circle of college students all face big change, there is a tall boy pull open the crowd, has rushed to Wang Yong in front.

"If you can't tell me how ugly you are today, I'll knock your mouth full of rotten teeth out! So you don't have to chew your tongue in the future! " A student was furious with Wang Yongdao.

In these people's minds, Lee's status is more respected than that of the president of South Korea.

The president of South Korea will have to change in a few years, but Lee will never change. After all, there is only one Lee in South Korea.

There are two great masters in South Korean cultural circles, one is Jin Chengzhi, the other is Li Zaixian. But Jin Chengzhi is very old, and he hardly participates in any affairs. In recent years, the promotion of culture in South Korea is almost entirely supported by Li Zaixian. Therefore, Li is not as good as Jin Chengzhi in terms of ancestors, but far more effective than Jin Chengzhi.

Besides, Li Zaixian is the honorary president of Qingda and the pride of all the students of Qingda.

How can these students tolerate Wang Yong insulting Li first?

As a college student of Qing Dynasty, Anyi knew Li Zaixian's weight in the heart of Qing. He pulled Wang Yong's sleeve and said, "stop talking, let's get out of here first! Come back another day. "

Two people use Chinese communication, originally thought that South Korean students do not understand. Who knows, but some people understand, immediately cried out: "want to leave? no way! If you don't explain clearly today, none of you will go! Shut up

At the first order, the students near the door closed the glass door of the library with a bang.

This move, but also shocked all the library reading students. Hula, they all gathered around and watched Wang Yong and Anyi coldly.

An Yi sees this scene, not from frighten pale, in the heart already regretted dead to take Wang Yong to come here.

In the studio, the audience also felt bad, shouting: "Mr. Wang, run!"

"Call the police! Call the police

Only some of the audience who have seen Wang Yong perform at the charity dinner can keep calm.

"Don't panic, everyone. These students are not Mr. Wang's opponents. You see, Mr. Wang is so calm. He must have a plan. Let's not mess with ourselves. "

There was a lot of noise in the library. The fat lady, who was responsible for maintaining order, was also holding her hands and chest, with an expression of connivance.

Wang Yong kept a scornful smile on his face, looked around for a week, and then fell on the face of the student who answered the name of the statue just now.

"Since you think I'm bullshit, please explain the meaning of this statue."

The statue is a monk with eyes closed and a devout look on his face. His left hand is vertical and his right hand is raised. It looks like he is pushing a virtual door and feeling something with his palm.

The student snorted coldly and said, "pity Qingfeng, as the name suggests, means that the statue monk reaches out with one hand and feels the existence of Qingfeng. All things have a compassionate heart. Monks feel the breeze, that is, they have a compassionate heart. On the other hand, Qingfeng is also pitying monks, saying that monks are bound by their skins and don't understand transcendent happiness at all. This is the interpretation of Mr. Li Zaixian, which is also recognized by the Buddhist and cultural circles in South Korea. "

Qingda was founded by a monk. There are many Buddhist elements in the school. The prototype of this one handed monk is from an ancient temple. Unfortunately, the archetypal relics were destroyed during the war, leaving only this replica.

At that time, many people were puzzled about the significance of the statue, and many people argued for a long time without a final conclusion.

It was not until Li came forward and explained it as "pitying Qingfeng" that he convinced all the people in dispute and set the tone.

This has also become an authoritative interpretation, which is placed at the gate of the library of Qingda for students to look forward to.

Wang Yong now said that Li Zaixian should be pitied, either Qingfeng or deliberately seeking trouble.

Wang Yong nodded: "Li Zaixian's explanation sounds reasonable at first, but I don't understand. This statue's hand lifting force is not small. It has a strong way to push forward. If it is to feel the breeze, why should it be so strong? Moreover, in Buddhist Zen, there is an explanation of "wind blowing the flag", which is not the wind, not the flag, but the heart. Is it difficult for your country to change its theory? Is Qingfeng and monks not the product of heart

"This..." the student was asked speechless, but could not answer.

In fact, these two questions have been raised before, but due to Li's prior position, no one cares at all. For a long time, it naturally disappeared in history.

Wang Yong mentioned it again, but where can these students answer it?

A group of students looked at each other and couldn't open their mouths for a long time.

Anyi's heart was slightly lowered. It seems that Wang Yong didn't make a fuss, but had a definite aim.

However, raising questions is on the one hand, and interpreting questions is on the other. If Wang Yong himself can't understand it, isn't it that he is deliberately seeking trouble again?

As soon as Anyi's thoughts came to an end, he heard a South Korean student yell: "you're a bone in an egg! No matter how perfect a gem is, it also has small flaws. If you don't look at the perfect place of the gem, you have to criticize it with small flaws. Can you determine the value of the whole gem? "

This student should be experienced in debating and skillful in changing concepts. If Wang Yong continues to argue with his gemstone theory, the whole dialogue will become an endless meaningless debate.

Wang Yong looked at the man with a smile and said, "if I say I know the true meaning of the statue?"

"No way!" Almost all South Korean students speak in unison.

Even the fat woman watching the fire from the other side couldn't help exclaiming.

These scholars in South Korea have been arguing for such a long time. How can Wang Yong say that he knows?

Is Wang Yong more knowledgeable than Li Zai?

Absolutely impossible!

"High energy ahead! South Korean students, please pay attention to dodge, Mr. Wang is going to pretend

"Ha ha ha, I've endured for so long, but I've been able to bear the fact that Mr. Wang pretended to be a face beater! Mr. Wang, don't give me face. Beat these sticks in the face

The audience in the live room screamed and trusted Wang Yong.

Joke, now Wang Yong can be called the most profound scholar of Chinese traditional culture. If he doesn't know it, does anyone in the world know it?

"Maybe or not, just listen to me?" Wang Yong smiles and walks up to the statue.

Everyone subconsciously calmed down, waiting to listen to Wang Yong's interpretation.

Some of the front students have clenched their fists and are ready to give Wang Yong a fist when they find out Wang Yong's nonsense.

Wang Yong turned a blind eye.

He pointed to the statue's raised right hand and said, "look at the line of the right hand, it has considerable strength, which proves that the monk is exerting power. And let's imagine, when we use our hands to sense air flow, is the palm taut or slightly curved? "

Anyi translated Wang Yong's words.

A group of South Korean students raise their right hand suspiciously and make the action of sensing the air.

Then I was shocked to find that all hands had a certain radian, not the tight state of the statue.

"Why Someone asked in silence.

"It's very simple, because monks are not sensing the breeze at all! It's pushing, pushing! "

"Push? Do you want to open the door on the other side? "

Wang Yong looked at the speaker and said with a smile, "you can really imagine, but it's worth encouraging. At least it's much higher than Li Zai's pity Qingfeng."

The student was happy at first, but then he realized that it was wrong. How can he be better than Li Zaixian? This guy is a black couple!

"Damn it The student clenched his fist“ Since it's not feeling the breeze or pushing the door, what are you? If what you say can't convince us, we want you to look good! "

"Yes, I want him to look good!" A group of students followed.

Wang Yong looked at these people contemptuously and said, "I'm good-looking. Where do I need your help?"

“……”

"In fact, the monk is clapping his hands!" Wang Yong raised his voice and said.

"What?"

"Nonsense

"It's just making things up! High five? High five with the air? This guy is a complete liar

"Boys and girls, hit him! We have been fooled by this swindler for more than ten minutes

South Korean students are excited.

Wang Yong, who was in the center of the storm, stood still, looked coldly at the South Korean students, and sneered: "is that the only skill you South Korean students have? In addition to shouting, beating and scolding, what else? Even the three-year-old children in our country know that if you want to refute a person's point of view, you should at least listen to that person's words! This is basic courtesy! Pitifully, you also boast that you have surpassed China in terms of culture and etiquette. "

"You..." the South Korean students were speechless.

"Students, he's right. It's not too late for us to hear him out A student leader came forward and said.

"Well, listen to brother Changxi and let him finish his words before he dies!"

The students are no longer agitated.

Wang Yong looked at the student, nodded his head and remembered the student named Changxi.

In this group of South Korean students, he is the only one who is decent, modest and should have a good family education. If Huaxia has an opponent in the future, it must be Changxi, not the brainless youths who were shouting and beating just now.

"You can explain." Changxi stares at Wang Yong with a strong pride in his eyes.

It can be seen that he is quite confident in the local culture of South Korea.

Wang Yong's eyes flashed and turned his head to the statue.

"I say it's a high five because there's a story in it. Once upon a time, there was a little Sami Nanli. He saw that his brothers were all meditating in the Zen hall, and he was very longing for it. So he said to Zen master Murray: teacher, I want to meditate.

Master Murray told Nanli: you are too young and unstable for meditation. Come back when you're older.

But Nanli begged, and vowed that he would have a beginning and an end, and strive to practice.

Zen master Murray had no choice but to clap his hands to Nanli. You can hear applause. Well, now you go into the Zen hall to understand what the applause of one hand looks like, and then tell me.

Nanli nodded and began to understand the problem.

When he heard the sound of musical instruments coming from outside the window, he suddenly realized: teacher, I understand. The sound of musical instruments is the sound of a hand.

Master Murray shook his head: that's not true.

Nanli was very depressed and thought in a quiet place. He heard the sound of dripping water again, so he ran to Zen master Murray happily and said: I know, the sound of dripping water is.

But Zen master Murray still shakes his head.

Nanli could only meditate again. Day after day, year after year, after three years, he heard the sound of wind, rain, cicadas and birds. Every time he heard it, he went to report it to Zen master Murray.

But every time Zen master Murray denied his answer.

When Nanli was about to give up, he suddenly realized that the sound of one hand had no sound! The sound of one hand is silent. The reason why master Murray wants him to understand the sound of one hand is to lock his mind and learn to meditate.

This is Zen. Silence is better than sound. If there is sound, there is only heart sound. "