"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." Lin Zhuming looked out the window. The thin drizzle of rain awakened the life of the courtyard. There was no spring scenery during the day yesterday, but this morning there was light yellow and green.

"Last night at three o'clock in the morning, it was the Jingzhe solar term. It's a pity that you, Master, have become immortals and ascended. From now on, you can no longer watch me tell the old stories and adopt the new ones." Lin Zhuming murmured to himself.

Lin Zhuming was an orphan picked up by the host of Longevity Palace at the train station.

According to the old Taoist master, he was born with filial piety and asthma. At least he took pity on him, so he grew up safely. Now he is eighteen years old, so he is considered an adult.

The old Taoist was more than sixty when he picked up Lin Zhuming. He was seventy-three or eighty-four years old. He did not live as long as Confucius and Mencius. In the end, the old Taoist did not get through this hurdle and died on the winter solstice last year. The immortal lived eight years.

Thirteen.

The Longevity Palace guarded by the old Taoist priest is the Zisun Temple. It is not very big. The layout is like a concave character. Apart from one main hall, it is where the two of them live, and there is a small courtyard in the middle.

The Taoist temple is located in a little-known town, with a river in front and a mountain behind. The scenery is not bad, with some pastoral landscapes and the beauty of Xiaojiabiyu.

It's a pity that the incense is not very prosperous, so the various belongings can be regarded as antiques. However, they are carefully taken care of by the old and the young, but they are clean and tidy, and are not considered gloomy and dilapidated.

But for Lin Zhuming, it was easier to feel sad, as if the old Taoist was still around.

"Now I am really the only one, and I have not been granted a Taoist certificate. I am afraid that the Taoist temple will not allow me to live here any longer. I had better make plans in advance to sort out Master's relics and keep them.

Just think about it."

With a feeling of reverence, Lin Zhuming entered the old Taoist's room.

The room was not big, no more than an abbot. A single bed occupied most of the room, with a thin mattress and a neatly folded military green quilt.

A pair of Jiefang shoes are placed neatly under the single bed against the wall. Next to the bed is an old-fashioned student desk with pens and ink on it, which are also neatly placed. The old Taoist can just sit on the bed and write.

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There is a futon next to the window. It is the futon used by the old Taoist for meditating. It is made of straw. The outer layer is made from Lin Zhongming's pillow cover that was broken while sleeping.

The old Taoist lived a simple life, but he actually didn't have much.

But Lin Zhuming still took out a small suitcase made of bamboo and rattan from under the bed. The color looked very old, but it also looked new, because there were no bumps or bumps on it, which showed that it was taken care of.

After unlocking and opening, there was a scent of soap. These two clothes were bought by Lin Zhuming for the first time with money. I didn't expect the old Taoist to cherish them so much.

Next to it were a few photos, all of them showing Lin Zhuming. The old Taoist didn't like taking pictures. There was also a letter, an ancient bronze mirror, and a thin book of Dharma.

Lin Zhuming first opened the photos. Every time he looked at one, he could remember what he had done at that time, and the corners of his mouth curled up. After a moment of surprise, he put away the photos one by one.

He took out the envelope with "The Last Word" written on it, and saw that the envelope had been rubbed smooth.

Take out the letter and there is a passbook inside.

Opening the passbook, there was a piece of paper inside. Lin Zhuming opened it and looked at it, but his eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"Keep it clear, my son."

Although Master and I have always been as close as father and son, we have never expressed our love for each other explicitly.

Lin Zhuming thought about the past: Master always said that he was fostered in Guanli, and told him not to forget to find his biological parents, because they might not have given up looking for him. But the public security bureau had already recorded his information, and he was looking for relatives.

There is no stop on the website. If you are really looking for yourself, these two paths are necessary...

Lin Zhuming thought, read, and recalled the old Taoist's face, and suddenly choked up. He wanted to say something, but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, or no one listened to him.

"The old guy has a lot of bones. Recently, I have been dreaming that the real king sent someone to pick me up. I thought that time is running out, so I want to leave something for you."

"I have been frugal all my life. I have always wanted to renovate our temple, but when I met you, I didn't have such great ambitions. Anyway, the real king doesn't mind that our temple is small, and it's okay to squeeze into one room.

I can make do with it.”

"I don't have much money saved, so save some money. Don't be stupid and go get the ultimatum just to guard this temple. If you can study, then study. Now the policy is good. Don't worry about money when you go to school. Just go there.

Now...when you meet the right girl, don't be coy...you don't have to burn paper for me during the Qingming Festival..."

The old Taoist did not mention the Dharma book and the bronze mirror, but Lin Zhuming knew that the old Taoist had real skills, but he did not want Lin Zhuming to take this path.

Account.

However, it would be a pity if this skill is lost. As it is written in this book, Lin Zhuming will definitely cherish it. Even if he does not learn it, it can still be passed down to the world. If he learns it, the old Taoist master will not think that Lin Zhuming

If you don't listen to his arrangements, you will only think that this child is destined.

This kind of contradiction is just like parents who want their children to stay with them, but at the same time they want their children to have great ambitions.

Lin Zhuming felt sad for a while, put the bronze mirror close to his chest, and opened the Dharma book. He saw that there were spells and talismans on it. Some taught how to open an altar, some taught how to consecrate light and invite gods, and some taught

How to send Shadu ghost...

Lin Zhuming was attracted unconsciously, but the more he looked through it, the more drowsy he felt. He wondered if it was because he was too sad just now.

After closing the book and box, Lin Zhuming exited the room and locked the door.

Returning to the yard, he finally sighed, locked the door, and hurried to the bus stop in the town. But while waiting for the bus, he looked back from time to time. When he was here in the past, the old Taoist always

I stood at the entrance of the temple, waiting for myself to get on the bus before going back.

Even before I left my hometown, I already felt homesick.

Lin Zhuming is still in school, and now it's time to go back. The old Taoist hopes that he can continue reading and not waste it. This is also to fulfill the old Taoist's last wish.

In other words, besides school, where else can Lin Zhuming go?

Having lost your only relative and being alone since then, it is a time of confusion. Since you have a book to read, read it first and make other plans later.

The bus stopped and pulled into the stop, but it did not bring the young man's thoughts back.

"The tunnel ahead is prone to accidents, please drive carefully."

It was a bus that slowed down significantly. It only took a moment to pass through the tunnel. Many passengers even felt the darkness for just a moment before they were out of the tunnel. However, no one cared. The boy who was originally sitting in the last row was no longer on the bus.

, disappeared.

There was only the howling wind, scattered conversations, and stops and arrivals at one intersection after another.

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Chapter completed!