Bai Zeqing carefully placed the wooden figure close to his body, stood up and stretched, feeling energetic and comfortable all over.
Before her smile fully bloomed, when she lowered her head again, the corners of her mouth froze, and her face gradually became ugly: inside and outside the house, on the table, on the floor, and even on the bed, there were gravel, dead branches, leaves, petals... and broken porcelain pieces from tea cups.
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Bai Zeqing closed his eyes and sighed: Is there any technique in Xuan Dao Sect that can automatically clean up the room?
After you master the puppet spirit technique, can you raise a puppet who specializes in cleaning chores?
But it was useless to think about it now. Bai Zeqing still fetched the broom, swept, made the bed, and there were still a lot of things to clean...
When you enter samadhi, you enter samadhi. What kind of wind is blowing? When the wind blows, it blows. Why do you have to turn around for yourself? Just turn around. Shouldn't a little girl like me just have a few petals floating in the air? Why are the sand and dust joining in the fun?
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Bai Zeqing felt that she had never missed her little maid who always loved to watch her cry - what happened to the little maid talking about her every day? There was someone here, even if she didn't say that she had clothes to put out her hands and food to open her mouth, in her eyes
When have you seen these miscellaneous things?
After the house was cleaned to a level that was barely habitable, she went to the clean room to wash up and change clothes. After finishing her work, she looked at the sky, which was bright and bright.
Bai Zeqing blinked, and the doubt in her heart that she always felt that she had forgotten something important finally became clear: the little novice monk did not come to call her for morning exercises today! Why? At this hour, I am afraid it is already time to go to the dining hall for dinner.
Bai Zeqing thought for a while, then went to the newly renovated small kitchen on the west side of the small courtyard to make simple plum blossom glutinous rice rolls and put them in the eating box. Then he picked up a few books that he had read on the desk and ran to the scripture library.
Gently pushing open the wooden door of the Buddhist scripture building, a "squeaking" sound disturbed the tranquility of the Buddhist scripture building. Bai Zeqing stopped for a moment before continuing to push, for fear that the wooden door would make another sound and disturb the sweeping monk——
The first time he went to the Scripture Library, he was cleaning the sword manual area. Just as Bai Zeqing turned around the bookshelf in a daze, he suddenly looked back. She was so frightened that she screamed and took several steps back, almost falling.
Just, an old monk wearing a dark gray monk's robe with white beard and hair, carrying his back, suddenly turned his head and stared at her. It was a feeling that made Bai Zeqing get goosebumps just thinking about it now.
When they first met, Bai Zeqing thought he was mute, but his hearing was very good. Later, when he talked about this person with his senior brother, he realized that the sweeping monk and Zen Master Cifa were the same generation. They practiced closed-mouthed meditation and also asked themselves to guard the Sutra Library
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Bai Zeqing inexplicably felt that this great monk was a little more unpredictable and probably very powerful.
Bai Zeqing carefully closed the door, slowed down, and walked in quietly. He first placed the snack box in the middle of the desk next to the door, then walked through the sword manual area with the scroll in his arms, and put back the several volumes he held in his hand one after another.
In the Kung Fu and Talisman area, he walked towards the second floor.
She wanted to read the book "Anecdotes of Cultivation" mentioned by Zen Master Ci Fa.
The sound of her feet squeaking on the old wooden stairs made Bai Zeqing immediately feel her hairs standing on end. Looking back, at the other end of the aisle, the sweeping monk was holding a broom and looking at her quietly.
Bai Zeqing immediately stood up straight, took out the key to the second floor, shook it, and said, "It was Zen Master Cifa who asked me to find a book." Then he quickly pointed to the bookcase and said, "Master, I made vegetarian snacks.
, you try it.”
The sweeping monk still looked at her until Bai Zeqing felt cold sweat dripping from his vest before he turned around and left.
Bai Zeqing ignored the noise, took three steps and two steps at a time, and ran up the stairs.
When I reached the wooden door at the end of the stairs, I stopped, took a few breaths, opened the brass lock, and walked in.
The second floor of the Sutra Collection Building seems to be an inaccessible place. The books here are all covered with dust, which shows that no one will turn them over.
Bai Zeqing didn't expect that there were so many books on the second floor, and he didn't know where the notebooks of Monk Wandering were, so he randomly picked out a few volumes of notebooks on the bookshelf.
Opening a volume, you can see that the front is full of portraits, and the back contains the person's life - his name, which sect, what kind of person he is, why he entered the Tao, what Tao he entered, his ups and downs and how many years, "
"Return" in a certain year and a certain month. Finally, after the dust has settled, the judgment given by future generations is made.
There are also some who have disappeared halfway, some who have become possessed and disappeared, and some who have been expelled from a certain sect. They are on separate sides these days, and the follow-up is unknown.
This volume actually contains chronicles of figures in the practice world over the years. I don’t know if there are any practitioners from their Xuan Dao Sect in it.
Bai Zeqing knew very little about spiritual practice, and the master didn't like to talk too much. Meeting these characters at this time was like opening the door to a new world. He sat down on the floor with the letters in his hands and read them carefully. He read them with gusto, and soon
He fell into a trance.
I don't know how long it took, but Bai Zeqing was so disturbed by the loud sound of suona and noisy crying that he looked up from his letters.
She was a little surprised. Tingquan Temple has always been clean, and the most common sounds she could hear were morning bells and evening drums, sending Buddhas and chanting sutras, birds chirping in the forest, and the sound of the mountain spring behind the forest. How could anyone come here to cry, and there was also the sound of suona? This
There are no weddings or funerals in the temple, and there is no theater troupe to set up a stage to sing, so how can anyone play the suona?
She stood up holding on to the bookshelf, walked to the window and looked outside, and saw a team of at least dozens of people, mostly women, all wearing sackcloth and mourning. Under the protection of a group of servants, there were more than a dozen suona masters.
You should clear the way first, go up the steps, and go straight to the side room.
Only then did Bai Zeqing suddenly remember the task that her master had given her before leaving for the first time: to find out the truth about the death of the prefect.
In fact, the master just mentioned this to her casually. She also made up her mind at that time to prepare the greetings and greetings and go to Huo's house the next day. However, she forced herself to practice the puppet spirit technique and continued to visualize and enter the talismans.
, she suppressed all these things to the bottom of her mind. At this time, she was suddenly shocked by such a fuss, the days were passing by so fast, and today was actually the first seven days of the prefect.
She opened her eyes and looked around according to the method taught by her master. There was a gentle breeze, everything was pure, and no dead souls returned with any resentment. This shows that there is something fishy about the death of the prefect. That day should not be the day of the prefect's death, and Tingquan Temple should not be the place where the crime occurred.
I don’t know whether the case was settled or not, and how it was settled. It must have been unsatisfactory, and these people must have made all the trouble they could, so they didn’t even let Tingquan Temple go.
Bai Zeqing looked outside the window at the way the monks were being forced to do nothing by the family members of the prefect. He couldn't help but shook his head and murmured: "It seems it's time to go to Yuanzhou City."
When leaving the Scripture Collection Building, Bai Zeqing put the volumes of books in his hands back on the bookshelf one by one, except that the last volume was put in here, and another one was squeezed out there.
Bai Zeqing disliked his clumsiness, so he went around the bookshelf to pick it up on the other side. He was about to put it back on the bookshelf, but found that it was a notebook without a title. There was also a piece of paper dropped on the ground, which should be this notebook.
fell out.
She picked up the piece of paper, and it turned out to be a portrait. The figure in the portrait was wearing a Taoist robe that was not old, but it didn't look shabby at all. She didn't know who the painter was. With just a few strokes, the Taoist priest's unparalleled elegance seemed to have already faded away.
The force comes through the back of the paper.
Who is this senior?
Bai Zeqing turned to the back of the portrait. Different from the previous portraits, there was no word on the back of this painting.
Bai Zeqing has been painting since he was a child. He can tell at a glance that this painting is very well done, with deep brushstrokes and lifelike portraits. There is no way it is a bad painting... Then, how come there is not a word on it?
She couldn't figure it out. At this moment, the sound of suona came through her ears again and went straight into her mind.
Bai Zeqing immediately gave up thinking and no longer struggled. He picked up the painting and the fallen notebook and prepared to take them back to read. If you don't understand, you can ask Senior Brother Zimo after evening classes.
But with all the commotion outside, it’s still unclear whether we can have evening classes.
