The sixty-four hexagrams in the "Book of Changes" are all composed of two hexagrams (three-drawn hexagrams). Each of the sixty-four hexagrams contains two three-drawn hexagrams, so there are six draws, so it is called "six lines". "Zhouyi Qianzhedu": "Yi Qi arises from below." It is said that the order of the six Yao positions symbolizes the law of growth and change of things, that is, development from low level to high level. Therefore, the order of the six Yao lines from bottom to top is called the first Yao, the second Yao, the third Yao, the fourth Yao, and the fifth Yao. Yao, Shangyao.
The ancients also arranged the six lines in pairs, with the first and second lines symbolizing the "earth" position, the third and fourth lines symbolizing the "human" position, and the fifth and upper two lines symbolizing the "heaven" position. Heaven, earth, and people are called the "three talents." At the same time, the positions of the six Yao are also divided into yin and yang, odd and even, that is, the first, third, and fifth Yao are the odd positions, the second, fourth, and upper Yao are the even positions, the odd positions are the yang position, and the even positions are the yin positions. Hexagram sixty-four and three hundred and eighty-four lines. If any yang line occupies the yang position and any yin line occupies the yin position, it is said to be "in position" or "getting the position" or "getting the right position" any yang line occupies the yin position and the yin position If Yao is in the yang position, it is said to be "inappropriate position" or "out of position" or "out of alignment". In the Book of Changes, the first Yao and the Fourth Yao, the Second Yao and the Fifth Yao, and the Third Yao and the Upper Yao are all called Ying Yao.
The master looked at the hexagrams, and after a while he slowly said, "All things are mutually reinforcing each other, and have their own cause and effect. Don't force the donor. You must know that it is easy to break if it is too strong, and if the water is clear, there will be no fish."

Sophia saw that the great monk was talking in a daze and didn't know why, but she still bent over and clasped her hands to thank the monk. "Thank you, Master, for divination for me! But can you say a few more words? I am dull by nature, and it is difficult for me to understand what Master said."
The monk did not directly answer Sophia's question. He just looked at the setting sun and green mountains in front of the house and said: "The sun is about to set, and it's time for me to go chant sutras. Donor, please do me! This painting is given to the benefactor, and I hope it will be of benefit to the benefactor." .”
After saying that, he tipped the tea cup upside down, stood up and left slowly. Sophia picked up the small painting tube on the tea table and looked at the great monk's back. The orange cloth gradually merged with the sunset over there until it disappeared.
"Are you sitting here in a daze?" A crisp voice woke Sophia out of her fugue.
"I met a master, and he invited me to drink tea." Sophia had not yet come out of her thoughts.
"Drinking tea?" Michael looked at Sophia very puzzled, "Where is the tea? As soon as I turned around, I saw you kneeling on the ground for a while. I thought you were worshiping the sunset."

Sophia pointed blankly at the ground and the front, and then she realized that there was nothing around her except a small rolled-up picture scroll on her right-hand side.
"Hey, why is there nothing? I was drinking tea here just now, and there really was a great monk here just now." Sophia raised her head and continued talking to Michael, her big eyes filled with confusion and confusion, which made people look at her and couldn't bear to refuse.
"Are you too tired from climbing the mountain and falling asleep?" Michael looked at Sophia's big, watery eyes, but still said the most calm and distrustful words. "Let's go. Peter had already contacted the abbot of the temple. We can stay overnight in the temple tonight and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning."
"Why?" Sophia wondered why she suddenly wanted to stay overnight in the temple.

"The ropeway has been closed. The sun is going down, and the masters of the temple said it would rain later, so it is not advisable to go down the mountain." Michael said, reaching out to pull Sophia up, and picked up the scroll on the ground.
"Hey, um, I can do it myself..." Sophia originally wanted to refuse, but thinking about her right hand which was still bandaged, she still held Michael with her left hand, and immediately took the scroll away after standing up. Come back, "Thank you, I'll take it myself."
"How are you? Can you walk?" Michael saw Sophia's feet frozen in place and guessed that her legs might be numb.
"It doesn't seem possible. My feet are numb. I may have to take it easy for a while." Sophia was a little embarrassed. She was now hunched over and pouting like an 80-year-old woman, which looked very funny.
"Come up, I'll carry you." Michael thought for a while, then slowly said these words.
Sophia suddenly raised her head and looked at Michael in shock. She really didn't expect Michael to say that.
"Come up quickly, Peter and the others are still waiting for us. We have been looking for you for more than an hour." Michael saw Sophia's hesitation and squatted down as he spoke.
"How about you going with me? I feel like my legs aren't that bad." Sophia still resisted asking Michael to carry her. In this pure place of Buddhism, they had better not strike the eyes of the masters.
"Your right hand is still injured. If you fall down again soon, and I don't have anyone to support you, there won't be a doctor to treat you for a while." Michael looked at Sophia seriously.
Thinking of this, Sophia finally slowly lay on Michael's back. "I should be fine in a moment, I won't have to carry it for a long time."
"Of course, it's been too long, and I can't carry it." Although Michael said this, he actually carried Sophia very steadily and without any effort at all.
Sophia lay quietly on his back and said nothing. There are some small calluses and red marks behind his ears, presumably caused by wearing glasses for many years.
As if by chance, Sophia suddenly stretched out her finger and gently touched Michael's ear.
Michael suddenly trembled and turned around quickly. "What are you doing?!" The tone was a bit harsh.
Sophia was also startled and replied in a small voice, "I, I just, look here, your ears are a little red. Sorry!" In the end, she apologized obediently.
"Well, my tone was a little harsh just now." Michael also realized that he had scared Sophia, so his tone softened.
"Well, I think my legs are no longer numb. I can get down and walk by myself." Sophia said, patting Michael and gesturing for him to put her down.
Michael paused for two seconds, then squatted down and put Sophia down. Then he took his right arm and asked Sophia to hold it. "You better hold me while you walk inside."
Sophia didn't want to make the atmosphere too awkward, so she reached out her hand to support Michael.
Neither of them spoke during the rest of the journey. It became windy in the evening, and the wind from the mountains made the woods rustle. The clouds were drifting slowly, the fog began to rise, and birds were flying in groups from one side to the other.
Finally, we reached the small garden where we were originally separated. When Peter saw Michael and Sophia, he quickly waved.
"You are back. I have communicated with the abbot of the temple, and he has arranged a private room for us. However, you two may have to suffer. The conditions in the temple are simple and cannot be compared to those at home," Peter said. Looking at the situation on his side, "Then we will eat vegetarian food for a while. Buddhism avoids extravagance and waste, and pays attention to doing things according to one's ability. So you can take less for a while, so as not to get used to it."
"I have no problem! Thank you! Peter" Sophia quickly expressed her thoughts and needs. Anyway, it's not the first time I have eaten simple meals, so it doesn't matter.
"Okay, got it." Michael nodded towards Peter.
Then, the four of them went to the temple courtyard to eat something.
The vegetarian meal is vegetarian. There are small wooden boards on the wall like calendars recording daily foods and taboos. Sophia looked at the arrangement of tables and chairs in the courtyard, and thought of the daily life of these monks.
These monks eat pickled cucumbers and pickled radish with porridge in the morning they eat yellow rice and stewed vegetables for lunch and at the "Buddha's Happy Day" vegetarian banquet, they can eat fragrant Japonica rice. Animal raw materials are prohibited in food. Buddhism emphasizes compassion and prohibits killing. The five types of meat are prohibited: garlic, garlic, asafetida, green onions, and green onions. The five types of meat are prohibited: leeks, garlic, brassicas, and coriander.
What is served tonight is vegetarian soup made from bamboo shoots and mushrooms, gluten stir-fried with cooking oil, and also served with some unnamed wild fruits in the forest.
Sophia tasted it and found that although it tasted light, it had a unique flavor. I was worried that Michael, a picky guy, wouldn't be able to eat it, but he actually ate it very satisfied.
After the meal, the four of them bowed and thanked the masters, and then followed another young monk to the resting room.