Xiang Que respectfully knelt down in front of the old man and kowtowed three times, banging.
Lao Dao opened his cloudy eyes, yawned, squinted his eyes and said, "Coming back?"
” "Yes?"
"Okay, go to sleep, it's not too early," Lao Dao confessed, and then closed his eyes again, and then fell asleep.
The master and apprentice met in three simple words, and came back, well, sleep, very concise and crisp, without too much emotion.
Xiang Que walked out of the main hall, turned left and then entered the back of an attic, upstairs, although he did not come back for most of the year, this attic is still spotless, the floor and stairs are quite shabby, step on it, "crunch" straight sound, crumbling, from downstairs to upstairs floor and stairs clean people Outrageous, the windows were open outside, but there was not a single leaf or dust inside.
Xiang Que rubbed his eyes and pouted, muttering, "A person who is so lazy that he doesn't even want to clean up himself······ It's really not easy" The attic is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Gujing Temple, and it is also the residence after Xiang Que enters the view, in addition to eating, he basically grew up here in the second year after the senior brother left, and this is also equivalent to the cradle of Xiang Que growing from the age of ten to the age of twenty, and every inch of land here is missing You can know it with your eyes closed.
Although there are no 3,000 classics in the Gujing Guandao Collection, there must be more than 1,7800 or more, and in the past ten years, he has read through the Gujing Guandao Collection, and he has also lacked a soil bun that has not been studied in a day, as if he has become a bachelor who has read a lot of books, and he has read tens of millions of words in his chest Daomen scriptures.
The ancient well view classics are basically divided into three categories, one is the history of Taoist allusions, the second is the feng shui yin and yang techniques, and the third is the essence of the ancient well view, which is the way of the ancient well view from the hands of the ancestors of various generations.
But all the Buddhism or Taoism that has been inherited for a long time has its own way, just like Maoshan is good at catching ghosts, the heavenly master is good at dispelling evil Yang Gong knows the feng shui formation, and the ancient well view also has its own avenue, but Xiang Que has never entered the Yin before, whether it is the old Tao or the uncle, the senior brother has never been He has mentioned to him where the Gujingguan Avenue came from, and Xiang Que has never touched the kind of classics about the Gujingguan Avenue in the attic.
There is a very strong smell of decay in the pavilion, which comes from several bookshelves placed side by side on the upper floor, the bookshelves are three meters high from top to bottom, a total of nine floors, each layer is crowded with yellowed books, codex, some of which are even bamboo books, here is the ancient well view of thousands of years of classics Collection, extremely age-sensitive, accumulation of thousands of years of these books have become unique and out of print, from which a few books are taken to the outside world I am afraid that the collection and people in the ancient literary world are shocked.
Many years ago, Sotheby's auction house once auctioned a past handbook from Yuan Tiangang, which directly attracted all major domestic doors and collectors to break their heads with red eyes, and finally it was said that it was sold by a mysterious rich man from Hong Kong for more than 100 million US dollars The price was slapped in his hands, and then he disappeared.
In Gujingguan, there are more than a few books and classics similar to this, I'm afraid that if you can get rid of it, Lao Dao's net worth will basically be close to the list of the Forbes rich list, but unfortunately the people in Gujingguan have never paid much attention to money, there is no concept, and it is very clear Reveal how money and dung are equated.
In the open space next to the bookshelf in the attic, there is a small rattan bed, and only a thin layer of mattress and a peach wood pillow are spread on the bed, which is where Xiang Que has slept for more than ten years.
Looking up at the window, it was already completely high in the middle of the night, Xiang Que lay on the bed, sniffed the thick smell of book decay in his nose, closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly, this sleep may be regarded as a rare sleep after Xiang Que came out of the mountain, and he slept the most peacefully.
There was nothing to say all night, and in the early morning, there was a touch of morning glow outside the window, and the sun had not yet risen to the branches, and the genius had just dawned, and the biological clock that Xiang had cultivated for ten years in the Jingge made him habitually wake up from his sleep.
This is completely due to habit, he woke up at this point every day for ten years, even if he didn't come back to sleep after more than half a year, this habit still affected his habits.
Under the attic, after a simple combing of the basin well water, Xiang Que took a broom from the backyard to the front yard, and cleaned up the residual leaves and dead branches accumulated in the temple for more than half an hour The person who cleans up, let alone thinks about letting him clean up other places.
The cleanliness of the pavilion without a trace of dust is actually a little thought of the old way.
After cleaning up, Xiang Que sat under the old locust tree in front of the main hall, the old Taoist in the hall was still asleep, and the time when he opened his eyes was extremely punctual and accurate.
After about ten minutes, a figure under the hill in the distance walked slowly and walked over with a wooden bucket in each hand, the man came to the gate of the ancient well view, put down the wooden barrel, and then looked at Xiang Que and said with a smile: "This morning, Wang Erniang ran to my house and told me that you are back, and there is a lot of food."
If you have a pair of chopsticks, you have to add some more, so I'll prepare an extra one 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?
Do you want to come back for a while, or do you leave at that?
The old village chief took out his cigarette pouch and lit it, and then chatted with Xiang Que.
Xiang Que thought for a while, and said after thinking: "I still have to leave before the end of the month" "Oh, it's only ten days" The old village chief glanced at the hall inside with a cigarette pouch, and whispered: "Your senior brother left first, and then your senior uncle suddenly disappeared, and since you left the view, there is only one person left in the old way, I think he is quite lonely, every."
I sat under the old locust tree in a daze, and I seemed to be a little stunned, and there are some things that are not easy to talk about when I am older."
Xiang Que also glanced back, frowned and said, "When I was here, wasn't he in a daze under the tree when he was fine, and he could stay for a day."
The old village chief said with a "tsk" in his mouth: "Those are two kinds of eyes, how can the eyes of the old man be in a daze now the same as before, too lonely and lonely" Xiang Que rubbed his nose and smiled: "Why don't I think about finding him a wife?"
The point is, I'm afraid that his virtue will scare the old lady" "Hey, you kid is talking nonsense······ Lao Dao, is that an ordinary woman worthy of it" The old village chief sighed, knocked on the cigarette pouch and said: "Everyone in the view is weird, there is no normal, I can't persuade you anything, but Xiao Xiang, while Lao Dao is not sick or sick, you are free."
Come back and see Ha" "Well, old village chief, I know it"