Xiang Que respectfully knelt down in front of the old Taoist and kowtowed three times, making loud banging noises.
The old man opened his cloudy eyes, yawned, squinted his eyes and said, "You're back?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, go to sleep, it's getting late," the old Taoist said, then closed his eyes again, and then fell asleep.
When the master and apprentice met, they simply exchanged three sentences and came back. Well, let's sleep. It was very concise and simple, without showing too much emotion.
Xiang Que walked out of the main hall, turned left and went to an attic behind Jinru, and went upstairs. Although he hadn't been back for more than half a year, the attic was still spotless. The floors and stairs were quite worn and creaked when he stepped on them, and they were crumbling.
When we went upstairs, the floors and stairs were extremely clean. The windows were open outside, but there wasn't a leaf or a speck of dust inside.
Xiang Que rubbed his eyes and curled his lips, muttering: "It's really not easy for a person who is so lazy that he doesn't even want to deal with himself..."
The attic is the Sutra Pavilion of Gujing Temple, and it is also where Xiang Que lived after he entered the temple. Apart from eating, he basically grew up here in the second year after his senior brother left. This place is also equivalent to Xiang Que's childhood since he was ten years old.
After growing up to the cradle of twenty years old, every inch of the place is familiar to you with your eyes closed.
Although there are not 3,000 ancient Taoist scriptures in Gujingguan, there are definitely more than 1,700 or 800. In the past ten years, he has read through the ancient Taoist scriptures in Gujingguan. He has never been a country bumpkin who has never studied in a day. He seems to have already
He became a great scholar who read a lot of books, and he had millions of words in his mind and he was familiar with Taoist scriptures.
The classics on Gujing Guan are basically divided into three categories, one is Taoist allusions and history, the other is Feng Shui yin and yang techniques, and the third is the essence of Gujing Guan, which is the Tao of Gujing Guan from the hands of the ancestors of each generation.
Any Buddhist or Taoist sect that has been passed down for a long time has its own way. Just like Maoshan's heavenly master who is good at catching ghosts, mastering evil spirits and mastering Feng Shui formations, Gujing Temple also has its own way, but Xiang Quezai has not entered Tongyin.
Before, neither the senior Taoist nor the senior brother mentioned to him where Gujingguan Dao came from, and Xiang Que had never touched the classics about Gujingguan Dao in the attic.
There is a strong smell of decay in the Jingge, which comes from several bookshelves placed side by side upstairs. The bookshelves are three meters high and have nine floors from top to bottom. Each floor is filled with yellowing books.
Notes, some of them are even bamboo fragments. This is the collection of Gujing Temple for thousands of years. It has a sense of time. Some of these books accumulated for thousands of years have become orphans and out of print. If you take a few of them and give them to the outside world, I am afraid that they will be ignored.
The collectors and people in the ancient literary world were suddenly shocked.
Many years ago, the Sotheby's auction house auctioned a notebook passed down by Yuan Tiangang. The exposure of this notebook directly caused all the major sects and collectors in the country to stare red and break their heads. Finally, it is said that
It was bought by a mysterious rich man from Hong Kong for over 100 million U.S. dollars, and then disappeared.
In Gujing Temple, there are more than a few books and classics similar to this. I am afraid that if he can get rid of it, the old man's net worth will basically be close to the Forbes rich list. It is a pity that the people in Gujing Temple have always been very concerned about money.
I don’t pay much attention to it and have no concept. It clearly shows how money and dirt are equated.
In the open space next to the bookshelf in the attic, there was a small rattan bed. The bed was only covered with a thin mattress and a mahogany pillow. This was the place where Xiang Que slept for more than ten years.
He raised his head and looked out the window. It was already completely moonlit and quiet at night. Xiang Que was lying on the bed, smelling the strong smell of decaying books in his nose. He closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly. This sleep may be regarded as Xiang Que's best sleep since he came out of the mountain.
Yes, I had the most peaceful and comfortable sleep.
After a night of silence, a ray of morning light shone outside the window in the morning. The sun had not yet risen to the branches, and the genius had just begun to shine. The biological clock that Xiang Que had developed during the ten years he had lived in Jing Pavilion woke him up from his sleep habitually.
This was purely a matter of habit. He woke up at this point every day in those ten years. Even if he didn't go back to sleep for more than half a year, this habit still affected his habits.
Under the attic, after fetching a basin of well water and briefly washing up, Xiang Que took a broom and dragged it from the backyard to the front yard. For more than half an hour, he cleaned up the dead leaves and branches that had accumulated in the temple for countless days. You asked the old Taoist to clean up the yard.
It's like letting him suffer. This is a person who is so lazy that he doesn't even want to take care of it, let alone let him take care of other places.
The cleanliness of the Sutra Pavilion without a trace of dust is actually a thought of an experienced Taoist.
After cleaning up, Xiang Que sat under the old locust tree in front of the main hall. The old Taoist in the main hall was still asleep, and the time he opened his eyes was extremely punctual.
About ten minutes later, a figure walked slowly over from the hill in the distance, holding a wooden barrel in each hand. The man came to the gate of Gujing Temple, put down the barrel, looked at Xiang Que and said with a smile.
: "This morning, Erniang Wang ran to my house and told me that you were back. If you have an extra pair of chopsticks, you have to increase the amount of food, so I prepared an extra portion for you."
Xiang Que nodded to the person in front of the door and said, "Thank you, old village chief."
"Xiao Xiang, how long do you have to stay in the mountains? Should you come back for a while, or just stop leaving?" The old village chief took out his cigarette bag, lit it, and chatted with Xiang Que.
Xiang Que thought for a moment and then said, "I have to leave before the end of the month."
"Oh, it's only about ten days." The old village chief smoked his pipe and glanced at the main hall inside, and whispered: "Your senior brother left first, and then your senior uncle suddenly disappeared. Since you
After leaving the view, the old Taoist was the only one left inside. I thought he was quite lonely. Every time he sat under the old locust tree in a daze, he seemed to be a little dazed. There are things that are hard to say to older people.
ah"
Xiang Que also looked back, frowned and said, "When I was here, didn't he just daze under the tree when he had nothing to do? He could stay there for a whole day."
The old village chief said with a "tsk, tsk" in his mouth: "Those are two kinds of eyes. How can the old man's dazed eyes now be the same as before? He is too lonely and lonely."
Xiang Que rubbed his nose and smiled: "How about I think about finding him a wife? The key is, I'm afraid he will scare the old lady with his kindness."
"Hey, you kid is just talking nonsense... Is the old Taoist man worthy of ordinary women?" The old village chief sighed, knocked on his pipe and said: "Everyone in the audience is weird, no one is normal.
Yes, I can’t advise you, but Xiao Xiang, while I’m still not sick, please come back and see me often when you have time.”