The bells of the Sutra Pavilion came from afar, mixed with the rain falling on my shoulders. Shen Yanzhi looked up, and there was a faint light coming from the depths of the clouds. It was like the tide in the south of the Yangtze River. Even if it was suppressed by the dark night, it would eventually overflow the embankment.
He didn't know how dangerous the road ahead would be, and he didn't know whether the picture could be delivered to Lingyin Temple. But as he held the "Nanhua Sutra" with the coastal defense map sandwiched between it, he suddenly understood why he wanted to hide the map in the book when he joined the army - the word "xia" in the sutra was never written with pen and ink. It was the bones that refused to bend in times of crisis, and the heart to protect the country and the people in troubled times.
The wind at the entrance of the alley became stronger, making my clothes rustle. Shen Yanzhi knew that from the moment he stepped out of this door, his hand, which was accustomed to holding a paintbrush, might also pick up a sword. And that half maple leaf, that celadon butterfly, and the child's wheat cake under the city wall will eventually rise at a certain moment...
Purpose: A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people