At the third watch of the night, Zhao Rong set off and rushed to the rented inn next to the south gate of Luojing. He changed his clothes and brought some dry food. He arrived at Chongxu Temple in Taibai Mountain before a quarter of Yinshi, and spent the whole day.
The scriptures were copied in the Lingguan Hall, and at sunset, after all the Taoist priests had finished their evening classes, they handed in the scriptures and returned home tired from the day.
Returning to his residence at night, while eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Su Xiaoxiao made for him, he wrote down on a piece of white paper the details he remembered that day and the loopholes that he felt could be exploited, and scrutinized them carefully.
In the past few days, Zhao Rong has been having such a work and rest schedule. Although it is boring and unbearable, he has to do it as a last resort. After hearing Lin Wenruo say that Qingjingzi is a golden elixir, if he also has a golden elixir, he can just grab it directly.
But at present, I don't have such a strong strength, so I can only be smart and plan step by step under the existing conditions.
Through the observation of lurking and copying scriptures in the past few days, I roughly figured out the work and rest time of the Taoist priests in Lingguan Hall.
At a quarter of the Yin hour, the Taoist temple rang the bell and opened the silence. The Taoist priests got up, had fasting meals, and rushed to the main hall before three quarters of the Yin hour.
From the fourth quarter of the Yin hour to the fourth quarter of the Mao hour, for an hour, morning classes are held in the Lingguan Hall, and sutras are chanted with eyes closed.
After the morning class, all the Taoist priests dispersed. There were only three core Taoist priests in blue clothes, four ordinary Taoist priests in black clothes, and four little Taoist boys left in Lingguan Hall. Eleven people stayed in the hall almost all day, or
Meditate and practice, or receive pilgrims.
It took about two-quarters of an hour to go to the Zhaitang for dinner at noon. However, the Taoist priests in the hall did not go together. Instead, three Taoist priests in blue stayed behind. The remaining Taoist priests brought food back from the Zhaitang and asked them to sit by the back door of the hall.
edible.
From the fourth quarter of Shenshi to the fourth quarter of Youshi, the group of Taoist priests who had done morning classes returned to Lingguan Hall for evening classes again.
Four quarters after Unity hour, the exterior was closed, and Zhao Rong had to stop copying scriptures and go out with everyone.
However, Zhao Rong's prediction was correct. There were indeed blue-robed Taoist priests staying at Lingguan Palace at night. One day, he deliberately delayed for a while and was urged to leave the temple. He caught a glimpse of the blue-robed Taoist priests who came to change defenses.
However, it is worth noting that although the Taoist priests in blue who are keeping watch at night change their defenses in the morning at a quarter past Mao hour, the Taoist priests who stay on guard in many halls, including Lingguan Hall, arrive at the four quarters of Yin hour, which is when the remaining Taoist priests during the day come to the main hall to start.
During the morning class, they would leave the temple early, leaving only one Taoist priest in blue to lead the morning class. Everyone else went to the Star Observation Tower in the southeast corner of the exterior to wait for the breakfast brought by the Taoist boy at the foot of the mountain.
This is what I saw on the first day.
Zhao Rong thought carefully, dipped the brush in his hand into the inkstone, and continued to write.
From the fourth quarter of the Yin hour to the quarter of the Mao hour, looking at the defense in the palace throughout the day, this is the window period when the guards are at their weakest.
Although there were many Taoist priests in Lingguan Hall at this time, there were very few threats to him.
The only remaining old Taoist in blue is taking the lead in chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and the Taoist priests behind him are doing the same. Apart from the pilgrims coming and going and the philanthropists who bow their heads to copy sutras, the only people in Lingguan Palace who really pose a threat to themselves are those around him.
On both sides are four little Taoist boys and a white-haired old Taoist priest who receives pilgrims.
Oh, by the way, there are also cleaning handymen.
These servants came late on the first day and did not see them, but when they entered the temple early in the next few days to copy scriptures, they found that there was a servant who took advantage of the lack of pilgrims in the morning to clean the temple during morning classes every day...
Zhao Rong was sitting at the desk, his hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.
Wait, I seem to have seen a handyman touch the Tingni purple gold furnace before when he was wiping the table in front of the statue where the tributes and ritual utensils were placed.
Zhao Rong put down his pen and walked slowly to the window, frowning slightly and looking unfocused at the cliff stone carving hidden in the darkness on the horizon.
The general idea before was to mix among the pilgrims during the day, take advantage of their loopholes, and cleverly take away the Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace. However, in this way, we would face the danger of being discovered by many pilgrims. I am not a Taoist, but I went to stir up the table.
The tribute vessels on display are indeed eye-catching, not to mention the difficulty of taking them out of the main hall.
This method is indeed too dangerous...but what if we use this handyman?
Zhao Rong frowned and had some thoughts in his mind. He turned back to the table, packed up his things, and went out directly. It was not the third watch at this time. He had not rested for a day, but he already had a feasible plan in mind and was quite energetic.
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I rushed to Chongxu Guan early in the morning.
When Zhao Rong came to the market at the foot of Taibai Mountain, it was about a quarter of an hour. It was still early before the Taoist priests rang the bell and got up. He followed yesterday's memory and walked through the houses to an ordinary courtyard in the northeast corner of the market. The surrounding area was
The houses are all the places where Taoist boys from Chongxu Guan live.
Zhao Rong went down the mountain yesterday evening and followed the four little Taoist boys on duty at Lingguan Hall and learned where they lived.
It was late at night, but when Zhao Rong saw that a room in the courtyard was still lighting up, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He quietly came to the window, pierced the paper window with his index finger, and looked inside. He was surprised to see two people in the room.
A shirtless child was sitting on the bedside, lighting an oil lamp and reading a book.
It was the fat Taoist boy who was on duty at Lingguan Hall during the day and his round-faced companion beside him.
Zhao Rong observed them for a while and found that they had strange expressions. Sometimes they were giggling, sometimes they were frowning, sometimes they were anxious, and sometimes they were staring and gasping.
About a quarter of an hour later, the two of them suddenly let out a long breath, looked relieved, tidied up, and then turned on the lamp and went to sleep.
In the darkness, the two of them were quiet for a while, and suddenly one of them spoke, "Oh, it's too little, why did I just finish reading it... Nanqing, in the future I will also wear green clothes, wield a sword, ride a little donkey, and travel around the world! Be a happy person."
The hero of hatred..."
"Nan Xiao, if you are so fat, the little donkey won't be able to bear it..."
No wonder he fell asleep during the day, Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile. It turned out to be a passionate young man who stayed up late to peek at martial arts novels... I thought he was doing other things at night. Well, two young heroes, disrespectful.
Zhao Rong went to the house of the other two Taoist boys on duty and observed them quietly for a while. Seeing that they were breathing heavily and sleeping, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.
"Gui, do you know how much the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace roughly weighs?"
"The weight of the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace will vary according to its expansion and contraction. Judging from its current height and width of less than one foot, it is roughly around ten kilograms."
Zhao Rong remembered that when he saw it for the first time, it was held in the hand of the fat Taoist boy from Nanxiao. It must not be too heavy. He should be able to lift it at will if he is in the golden stone stage of the Heaven Realm.
Zhao Rong nodded silently. He looked around the dark surroundings, searched for memories, and went to the house where the servants lived. He asked casually curiously: "Can the Tingni purple gold furnace expand and contract at will?"
"Nonsense, otherwise, with its current small size, how could you make an elixir? It probably wouldn't even be able to hold the materials."
Gui added: "This is not the normal size of the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be this size, because if you want to make elixirs, then the size can at least fit you in. And if you want to store it, then it is the smallest
It can be held in your fist, and the size is indeed strange nowadays."
Zhao Rong's expression changed, "Can you store it after I get close to it?"
Gui thought for a while and said, "I know what you are thinking, but I can't do it now. However, if you can touch it and keep it for half a quarter of an hour, I can borrow your soul power to temporarily gain control of it.
Help you shrink to within one punch."
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, your help is the same as nothing. If I can touch it for half a quarter of an hour, what's the difference between that and getting it? At most, I can let you store it on the way to get it, which will make it easier for you to run.
, just the icing on the cake.
Zhao Rong sighed, he could only rely on himself.
At a quarter of the hour, the Taoist temple rang its bells and silence began, and the market at the foot of the mountain gradually became lively.
Today is already the fourth day that Zhao Rong has been copying scriptures in the Lingguan Palace. At this time, there are still five days before the debate between Confucianism and Taoism.