The story of the young monk's back pi.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was a small town called Guzhen at the foot of Hengshan Mountain in Hunan Province. Because many celebrities from all over the country came here to burn incense and visit, it was the year of war, and some celebrities lived in seclusion here. One of them is a learned scholar, so he can't serve the country and be a teacher in this town. He developed a hobby of worshipping Buddha and drinking with monks in his concern for the country and the people. There is a Nanyue Temple in the ancient town, and the rules are very strict. When you go there, you can only worship Buddha, not drink. He often goes to temples in the mountains. The owner of the temple is a good friend of the scholar. He was originally a general of North Korea, and he was hiding here to make a comeback because of defeat. These two people have the same interests. At that time, there were few pilgrims on the mountain, and the master gave up drinking behind the backs of the monks, and became interested in poetry and sword dancing, or talked about things. They were entertained by a clever young monk, who wanted to taste the wine and meat, so he secretly left some. It's a pity that the master found out that he wanted to punish the young monk with commandments. The scholar said it was inappropriate, so he broke the precept first. If he wanted to give it, he was afraid that the monk would not accept it. The scholar thought of a clever way to tell the host quietly. The host smiled heartily and said to the young monk, "As long as you recite the pi taught by the scholar to 22 decimal places before sunset, you can have dinner with the teacher later. If you can't recite it, you must follow the rules. " The scholar read pi to the young monk three times, and the young monk became stupid when he heard it. How to recite such a long number? This pi is not an ordinary number, and the numbers after the decimal point are endless and irregularly arranged, so it is not easy for ordinary people to recite it, not to mention that scholars only read it three times. At sunset, the scholar packed his bags and prepared to go down the mountain. Seeing that he was in a hurry, the young monk said, "I'll read it again three times, but if you can recite the previous agreement at once, it still counts." The clever young monk saw the scholar get up and linked the scholar's drinking with the master on the mountain and his own feelings. According to the characteristics of similar pronunciation, he composed a doggerel:

A temple on the top of the mountain, a pot of wine,

I am happy and bitter,

Have a drink,

Wine can kill you,

Can't kill people,

Learle

So, when the scholar read it for the third time, he quickly came up with this long list of complex pi, which is: 3.1414666. The host and the scholar were amazed when they listened to it .10066.100000100106 From then on, whenever the scholar came to the temple, the young monk served warmly, lived with the master and stayed in the heart of the Buddha.