Xiang Que respectfully bent his knees and kowtowed in front of the old Taoist three times, banging loudly.
The old Taoist opened his turbid eyes, yawned, and said with his eyes slanted: "Are you back?"
"Yeah?"
"Okay, go to bed, it's not too early." The old Taoist said, then closed his eyes again, and then fell asleep.
The master and apprentice met with me and three simple sentences. I'm back. Well, let's go to bed. It's very concise and straightforward, without much emotion.
Xiangque walked out of the hall, turned left and then went upstairs to a loft behind Jinru. Although he hadn't come back for half a year, the loft was still spotless. The floor and stairs were quite dilapidated and creaked. It was shaking and shaking.
It was so clean that the floor and stairs were downstairs. The windows outside were open but there was no leaf or dust inside.
Xiang Que rubbed his eyes and whispered, muttering: "It's not easy for someone who is so lazy that he doesn't even want to deal with him..."
The attic is the Sutra Pavilion of Gujingguan, and it is also the residence after Xiang Que's entry. In addition to eating, he basically grew up here the second year after his senior brother left, and this place is equivalent to Xiang Que's ten years old.
The cradle that grows to the age of twenty can be familiar with every inch of the land here without closing your eyes.
Although there are not three thousand classics in the ancient Jing Guan Dao Collection, there are definitely more than one thousand seven hundred and eight hundred. In the past ten years, he has read the ancient Jing Guan Dao Collection. He also lacked the local buns that he had never studied in a day. He seemed to have already
He became a great scholar who read a lot of books and read Taoist scriptures with tens of millions of words in his heart.
The classics of ancient wells are basically divided into three categories: one is the Taoist school allusions and history, the other is Feng Shui Yin and Yang techniques, and the third is the essence of ancient wells, which is the Tao of ancient wells written by ancestors of various generations.
Any Buddhist or Taoist sect that has been passed down for a long time has its own Tao. Just like Maoshan good at catching ghosts, Yang Gong is proficient in the Feng Shui formation, Gujingguan also has its own Tao, but Xiangque is not in the Tongyin
Before, neither the old Taoist nor the uncle, the senior brother had never mentioned to him where the ancient Jingguan Dao came from, and Xiang Que had never touched the kind of classics about the ancient Jingguan Dao in the attic.
There is a very strong smell of decay in the cemetery, which comes from several bookshelves placed side by side upstairs. The bookshelf is three meters high, from top to bottom, and each layer is filled with yellowed books.
Some of the letters are even bamboo books. This is a collection of ancient Jingguan for thousands of years. It has a sense of age. Some of these books that have been accumulated for thousands of years have become isolated and out of print. I am afraid that a few of them will be taken out of print from them.
The collection and people in the ancient literature industry were suddenly shocked.
Many years ago, Sotheby's Auction House once sold a note from Yuan Tiangang. After this note was exposed, it directly attracted the attention of all major domestic Taoist sects and collectors to stare red and break their heads. Finally, it is said that
It was captured by a mysterious rich man from Hong Kong for over 100 million US dollars, and then he disappeared.
In Gujingguan, there are more than a few books and classics similar to this. I am afraid that if they can be thrown out, the old Taoist's wealth will basically be close to the Forbes Rich List. Unfortunately, the people in Gujingguan have always been concerned about money.
I don’t pay much attention to it, I don’t have any concepts, and I clearly show how money and dirt are equal.
On the open space next to the attic bookshelves, there is a small rattan bed with only a thin layer of mattress and a peach wood pillow. This is where Xiang Que has been sleeping for more than ten years.
Looking up, I looked out the window. It was completely hanging on the moon head and the night was quiet. Xiang Que was lying on the bed, smelling the strong smell of books. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. This sleep may be considered as Xiang Que's after he came out of the mountain.
Some of them have the most peaceful and comfortable sleep.
There was nothing to say all night, and a dawn glow came from the window in the early morning. The sun had not yet risen to the branches. The genius had just been bright. Xiang Que's biological clock, which he had developed for ten years, made him habitually wake up from his sleep.
This is entirely due to habits. Every day of the ten years he woke up at this point. Even if he didn't come back to sleep for more than half a year, this habit still affected his habits.
In the attic, after washing the water in a simple wash, Xiang Que took a broom and pulled it from the backyard to the front yard. In more than half an hour, he cleaned up the broken leaves and branches that had accumulated in the temple for countless days. You asked the old Taoist to clean up the yard.
Just like letting him suffer, he is a person who is so lazy that he doesn't even want to deal with him, let alone let alone let him clean up other places.
The cleanliness of dust in the sutra pavilion is actually a little thought of the old Taoist.
After cleaning up, Xiang Que sat under the old locust tree in front of the hall. The old Taoist in the hall was still sleeping. The time he opened his eyes was very punctual.
After about ten minutes, a figure walked slowly under the hill in the distance and carried a wooden barrel in his hands. The man came to the gate of Gujingguan, put down the wooden barrel and looked at Xiang Quexiao.
: "This morning, Wang Erniang ran to my house and told me that you are back. If you have more chopsticks in the meal, you have to add some more, so I will prepare an extra copy 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 butt and lit it, then started chatting with Xiang Que.
Xiang Que thought for a while and thought about it, "I have to leave before the end of the month."
"Oh, it's only ten days." The old village chief slapped his cigarette puff and looked at the hall inside, and whispered: "Your senior brother left first, and then your uncle suddenly disappeared again.
The old Taoist left the place. I think he is quite lonely. Every time he sits under the old locust tree, he seems a little crazy. Some things are not easy to say for older people.
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Xiang Que also looked back and frowned and said, "When I was there, wasn't he still staring under the tree? He could stay for a day if he stayed there."
The old village chief said with a "tsk tsk": "Those are two kinds of eyes. How can the old Taoist's dazed eyes be the same as before? They are too lonely and lonely."
Xiang Que rubbed his nose and smiled: "Why would I think about finding him a partner? The key is that I am afraid that he will scare the old lady with this kind of virtue."
"Hey, you kid are talking nonsense... Is that an ordinary woman worthy of?" The old village chief sighed, knocked on his cigarette pillow and said, "Everyone in Guan is strange, no one is normal
Yes, I can't persuade you, but Xiao Xiang, while the old Taoist is not sick and disaster, come back and see you often when you have time."