Doujin 32: The Taoist priest of rebirth goes down the mountain - Surabaya stops rising
1
In autumn, Tokyo is a bustling city with people coming and going.
However, the Gyeongbokgung Palace was in a state of solemnity. Everyone walked lightly and cautiously for fear of disturbing something. Because the elderly Zhao Song official occasionally caught wind and cold, his condition became increasingly serious in the past few days, and he was even bedridden.
I actually slept for most of the day.
When the official was awake, he announced that a group of old ministers had entered the palace. Seeing the sadness and fear on everyone's faces, Zhao Jiu couldn't help coughing twice, and said with a forced smile: "My dear friends, we are determined to live or die, so there is no need to be sad.
My body knows that it must be in trouble..."
The officials exchanged many words intermittently and made arrangements for the posthumous affairs one by one. All the officials nodded repeatedly and shed tears.
After a while, the official said again: "I'm a little tired... Zhengfu..."
Yang Yizhong came out of the queue and bowed his head: "Old minister, here..."
The official said: "Zhengfu is staying... My dear friends, please step aside."
After saying this, Guanjia closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep again.
I don't know how much time passed, but the official coughed several times.
"Zhengfu, talk to me..."
Yang Yizhong couldn't help but burst into tears, and when he saw the official's face gradually turning a rosy color, he became even more sad. Yang Yizhong nodded to the chief escort who was nearby, and the chief escort gently waved his hand and led the way.
The maids and eunuchs also retreated.
The official stared at the slightly flickering candlelight not far away and was speechless for a long time.
"I had a dream yesterday..."
The official's voice floated up in the candlelight in the dark night and was faintly audible.
In Yang Yizhong's tearful eyes, Guan Jia continued: "I dreamed of going to a place yesterday, and it was another world..."
Yang Yizhong just listened silently to the officials describing a world that was different from the current world.
In that world, artificial iron birds fly in the sky...
In that world, four-wheeled vehicles running on the ground were not pulled by horses, but would run tirelessly on their own after drinking something called gasoline...
In that world, most men didn't grow beards...
In that world, women wore less clothing than men in summer...
Yang Yizhong hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't help but asked: "Dare I ask the official, are there hot air balloons in that world?"
The official coughed several times, his eyes blurred, "Of course..."
That night, the official family woke up and slept, slept and woke up again.
The official finally said: "When I woke up from the dream, I didn't realize that I was a guest... I... I... I really want to go back to my dream to see that world..."
Yang Yizhong had already burst into tears.
Three days later, Zhao Jiu, a member of the official family of Zhao Song and Cangzhou, closed his eyes forever and never opened them again.
A few months later, in the Mingdao Palace in Weizhen County, Bozhou, Huainan East Road, Song Dynasty.
Yang Yizhong, dressed in blue and wearing a wooden bun, stands next to the Kowloon Well. It turned out that Yang Yizhong ignored the dissuasion of his old lady and all his children and grandchildren and decided to practice in Mingdao Palace. His family tried to persuade him to no avail, so they had to send Yang Yizhong to the east of Huainan.
Inside Lu Mingdao Palace.
From then on, there was an old Taoist in Mingdao Palace.
The strange thing is that Yang Yizhong always staggers around the Jiulong Well, muttering to himself, not knowing what he is talking about.
Spring came and summer came, and it was autumn again. Yang Yizhong, dressed as a Taoist priest, was looking at the Nine Dragon Well in a daze. Suddenly, the old man rubbed his eyes and found that there seemed to be a dog lying in the well. But his old eyes were dim and he couldn't see clearly, so he couldn't help but hold on to the guardrail.
, lean over and take a closer look...
Unexpectedly, his foot slipped and he fell into the well...
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Yizhong felt sore all over his body and found himself still lying in the well.
He rubbed his eyes, turned over and sat up. The Jiulong Well was said to be a well, but it was actually not deep. Yang Yizhong moved his hands and feet, using them together, and actually climbed out.
Inside the Mingdao Palace, the shadows of the trees were dancing and the birds were chirping, but not a single person was seen.
An iron bird roared and flew over Yang Yizhong's head.
2
The autumn wind is rustling, the sun is warm and the sun is setting. In the afternoon, light and shadow are interlaced in a classical garden in Bozhou, Huaixi Province, and the air is refreshing and warm.
However, because it was a weekday afternoon, not many people could feel the same beauty. In fact, there was only one backpacker who bought a ticket to enter this landscape garden with Taoist culture.
He covered his face with a book on the bench, sat there with his head raised and dozed off.
"Crack... bang!"
Suddenly, as the autumn wind suddenly tightened, a thin book "Chinese Political Gains and Losses in the Past Dynasties" slipped directly from the face of the young male tourist to the ground, and was carried by the wind a few steps away. The man then immediately
Although he was awake, he instinctively looked at his backpack on the bench, and only after he confirmed that nothing was lost, he went to look for his books.
But at this moment, an old Taoist priest dragging a big broom appeared out of nowhere, leaned over to help pick up the books on the ground, and dragged the big broom to sit on the bench, and then flipped through it.
When I read this book... the autumn wind blew, the blue clothes and wooden buns, the pale face and white hair shocked the young man who had just woken up.
However, when the young man looked carefully and caught a glimpse of the xl mark on the collar of the Taoist robe under the back of the other person's bun, he felt relieved, and then secretly laughed in his heart, mocking his own suspicion.
It turns out that this place is Woyang, Bozhou, known as the hometown of Laozi. The gardens here are built on the basis of the Laozi Temple. It is common to encounter Taoist priests.
"It's really rare these days that young people read books seriously." After briefly flipping through a few pages, perhaps because he couldn't see clearly or simply couldn't understand, the old Taoist priest quickly opened the book with a Huaixi accent.
The backpack was handed back. "Actually, politics has been the same since ancient times. It's enough to understand the general outline, but the specific things are useless. You read the book correctly."
"Thank you... um... Taoist priest." The young man took the book back casually, but was temporarily stuck because of the problem of addressing him. "It's just a pretense on the train. It doesn't look good."
"Quite modest." The old Taoist priest became more and more chatty after hearing the reply. "Where is this young man from? How old is he? Why are you interested in coming to our Laozi Temple?"
"Local, twenty-one." The young man said casually, and his Mandarin gradually took on a local flavor of Huaixi. "I just graduated from college and got a job. I came home to do some errands. I will take the train in the evening. I know it is quiet here.
Just come here and spend your time."
"Twenty-one is good!" the old Taoist priest sighed with emotion. "Young! You don't know that our Guoyang is the hometown of Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu's temple has a long history. It's a pity that few locals come, and even fewer young people come. It's rare to have you..."
Before he finished speaking, the young man couldn't help but laugh: "Taoist Master, I am a local, you are just trying to fool outsiders, why are you fooling me? Who doesn't know that my hometown is Luyi next door, and ours is
Fake?"
The old Taoist priest was even more embarrassed when he heard this, and even turned red in the face, but waved his hands and said nothing.
The young man was probably bored, and did not let go of the other party's intention. Instead, he failed to ask: "What does the Taoist mean? Our place is real, and the one in Luyi is fake? The Laozi Temple over there has been around since the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty.
By the Song Dynasty, cultural relics and historic sites were emerging one after another, and the iron pillars in front of the door had a history of a thousand years..."
"We didn't say that Luyi is fake." The old Taoist priest replied awkwardly, holding a big broom. "But our Guoyang may not be real... The two places are so close. In ancient times, Luyi was always
It belongs to Bozhou, and Woyang is a county that was built less than a century ago, so why should we distinguish it so clearly?"
The young man suddenly smiled again: "That makes sense. We are all on the edge of the Wohe River. Maybe we will still be a family when I am alive."
"That's right!" The old Taoist priest finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Things like true and false are meaningless in history. When we talk about Lao Tzu's hometown, we refer to Li Er's birthplace. Luyi can be the place of worship for generations.
, each other is true, so why say the other person is false?"
The young man nodded perfunctorily, but in his heart he was disdainful... To put it bluntly, the devil doesn't care where I was born, and the dispute over my hometown is clearly about tourism resources and local cultural confidence. The old Taoist said this, even if it is a bit of sophistry.
, but the governments of the two places will definitely not recognize it! The Luyi government, which holds a large number of genuine cultural relics, will not recognize it even more!
Moreover, this Taoist priest is not a serious Taoist priest, he is just a cosplay cleaner, and he is a lazy and slippery cleaner...what else? A Taoist priest who speaks like an old man but keeps his mouth shut, and has no respect at all? And then Da Fengtian showed up
Carrying a broom in the garden and pretending, who are you trying to fool?
However, as if he saw the young man's perfunctory intention, the old Taoist priest kept chattering again: "Young people, don't believe it... We also have real cultural relics in Guoyang. The Nine Dragon Well in Meteor Garden is the Spring and Autumn Period verified by experts.
It’s just a mouthful of antiques, if you don’t believe me, go take a look.”
The young man shook his head repeatedly, and simply stood up and picked up his backpack to leave... As a local, what doesn't he know? There is also a so-called Jiulong Well in Luyi, but to be honest, let alone Guoyang, it is Luyi.
Over there, who knows if it has anything to do with Daozu?
"Young man, wait a minute!" Seeing this, the old Taoist became even more anxious. He simply stood up and leaned on a broom to tell the truth. "A dog fell into the Kowloon Well over there. His legs were injured. We can't even reach it with a broom. Logically speaking, the well is
It’s very wide and only one person deep, but as we get older we can’t get up, so we have to ask the younger people to help us.”
The young man was speechless for a moment: "The Taoist priest told you earlier!"
"Aren't we afraid that you won't agree?" The old Taoist priest also felt embarrassed, but he just held the broom and led the way. "It's hard for young people to talk now. And we don't want to take care of this dog, but his family is familiar with us, and he often
Invite us to dinner, and now that his family is gone, we are embarrassed to leave his dog down the well and just watch..."
In the midst of chattering, the two of them walked in tandem, heading towards the ancient site of the Spring and Autumn Period, the so-called Nine Dragon Well in the Meteor Garden. When they arrived, they saw a well-protected ancient well with a pavilion built on top.
There was a plaque saying "The No. 1 Pavilion in the World"... But the old man led the young man to the side well.
It is said that they are auxiliary wells, but they are just eight new wells forcibly built to make up the allusion to the Kowloon Well when I was born. They are not historical sites, but simply made of cement with a cement bottom seal, two meters in diameter and less than two meters deep... not so much
It's a well, rather a wide cement pit.
Let's say that the young man followed the old man to one of the wells, and when he stretched his head, he saw that there was a little pug lying motionless at the bottom of the well that was as deep as a person. He only kicked his legs occasionally to show that he was still alive, and there were still things around the little pug.
There is a pile of coins, copper coins and other blessing objects.
Seeing this shape, the young man just frowned slightly, and was about to put down his backpack and jump down. However, when he held his hands on the edge of the well, for some reason, he felt unwilling to do this small favor, as if this time
If you go down a well, you will die.
Seeing that the young man was so ignorant, the old man sighed and suddenly glared:
"Save or not save, leave or not leave, are you fooling the world?!"
"How could a mere dog be involved with everyone in the world?" The young man frowned for a moment.
"No matter what, since you have complied with my words, you must be honest, right?" The old man scolded with his broomstick. "If young people are hesitant and do not show integrity, how will they enter society in the future?!"
Just when the young man was about to say that he had found a job and was a member of society, the old man suddenly raised the broom and pushed hard, pushing the young man into the well easily.
3
After the young man fell into the well, the old man quickly grabbed the edge of the well with both hands and looked into the well. However, the young man was nowhere to be seen in the well. Even the dog was gone. Only the young man's backpack lay quietly at the bottom of the well.
The old Taoist stared blankly at the backpack, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. The old Taoist grabbed the ground with his head and kowtowed to the Jiulong Well: "Forgive the officials, but the old ministers should be killed. The Song Dynasty can live without old ministers, but it cannot live without the official family.
ah……"
A few days later, the old Taoist, carrying the young man's backpack, stood in front of the Jiulong Well again, and bowed down: "The official family, the Song Dynasty will be handed over to the official family... The parents of the official family will have their own old ministers to serve them."
…”
After saying that, the old Taoist kowtowed several times into the Nine Dragon Well, then got up and walked down the mountain...