Xu Zhipeng woke up faintly, not knowing where he was, but he felt that everything that happened in the dream seemed to be real. When I came back to my senses, I was shocked to find that the sky had turned white. "It's over. We agreed to keep the vigil, but we left the old monk alone for one night. This old monk Zhichen didn't even know he came to call me. Oh~ I'm so sleepy!"
After coming back to his senses, Xu Zhipeng turned over, climbed out of bed, walked a few steps quickly, and rushed to the main hall. "Senior Brother Zhichen, I'm sorry, I overslept. You didn't even call me!"
"Amitabha, Junior Brother Hunyun, it doesn't matter. Although Senior Brother, I am a bit older, but there is no big problem if I stay up all night. What's more, Senior Brother, I can't ruin your good deeds, haha!" Old Monk Zhichen He greeted Xu Zhipeng with a smile and comforted him. "During the day, if there are things going on in the temple, senior brother won't accompany you. You are just your guardian."
"Oh, that's right." As soon as old monk Zhichen walked out of the hall, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around, pointed to a door at the back left of the hall, and said to Xu Zhipeng: "This back room is dedicated to your Xuanwei ancestor. , Master Jun'an has gone, and the task of offering incense and worship every day will be entrusted to you, so don't forget it. The one on the right is your Xuanwei Scripture Collection Pavilion. You can use the classic books in it when you have time. Look through it, even if you don’t understand it at first, it doesn’t matter, just pass the time. Amitabha!”
The old monk sang a trumpet, turned around and walked out to watch the door, then returned to his West African Temple.
Xu Zhipeng was a little baffled by what he said. What ruined his good deeds? However, although he planned to go down the mountain after finishing the matter, he was currently in the temple and could be regarded as a disciple of Xuan Wei, so it was his duty to pay homage to the ancestors. So after offering incense to his cheap master, he opened the back door on the left, lit incense and walked in.
The room is not big. There are four rows of shelves inside, with forty or fifty spiritual tablets densely packed on them. It looks a bit shabby. So Xu Zhipeng moved a little closer to the door, bowed slightly to them, and then exited the spiritual room.
Xu Zhipeng didn't think he was a timid person, but no one had ever stayed in a place like this for too long. If there were a few more people around, he wouldn't have escaped from the room in such a panic. He was not in a hurry to enter the Sutra Collection Pavilion on the right. What kind of books could be stored in such a broken Taoist temple? The most they could be was the Patriarch's "Bao Pu Zi". He didn't have much interest in it, so he went to sacrifice it first. The five internal organs temple is the most important.
There was still some cold rice left over from yesterday on the stove. Xu Zhipeng was not particular about it. He added a few spoons of water and when it boiled, he poured the cold rice directly into it. When the water boiled again, he took out the firewood from the stove. Rice soaked in water is his favorite breakfast. He has never liked drinking water, so a full bowl of rice soaked in water early in the morning can basically meet his water needs for half a day. There's just no food left.
Xu Zhipeng turned around and walked out of the stove, and walked a few steps to the backyard vegetable garden. He didn't want to go to too much trouble in the morning, so he pulled out a few handfuls of green vegetables and picked a handful of small peppers before returning to the kitchen and lighting up the fire again.
"Oh, I'm so inexperienced. If I had known, I would have cooked kimchi rice, but now I have to cook vegetables. Alas~" Xu Zhipeng sighed with a wry smile, shaking his head and washing the vegetables.
Since he was a child, he has always been interested in cooking, and after he got married, he basically didn't worry about the kitchen. So apart from a few basic dishes, such as stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs and other simple cooking, he had nothing else to do. Fortunately, he doesn't have high requirements in this regard, as long as it's salty and well-cooked.
The stir-fried vegetables this time were relatively bland. Fortunately, they were seasoned with chili peppers, so they were quite palatable.
After hastily finishing his breakfast, he returned to the main hall. As for the wake, according to their local tradition, someone must accompany them at all times. But now that he is alone, he cannot be too particular about many things. A living person can't be suffocated to death by a dead person!
So, after staying in the main hall for a while, I started wandering around the courtyard.
Today is his third day in Xuanwei. Not counting the night he arrived on the first day, although he looked around everywhere on the second day, they were all outside. Later, he was taken to the old Taoist priest Jun'an. I was shocked by the news of his death. I stayed in the hall all afternoon, so I didn’t take a closer look. Today I am considered the owner of this place, so I don’t have many worries anymore, so I started walking around the temple.
Xuanwei is actually very simple inside. He became very familiar with the row on the east side. There was a stove and a dining room, and behind it was the wooden door leading to the vegetable garden. It was clear at a glance. The row of wing rooms on the west side looks a little neater. There is a bedroom slightly behind the main hall, a small patio, and further ahead are three stone and wood tile houses against the wall. The smallest one at the end is already against the south wall. Several houses are connected by a simple corridor, but it is not a corridor at all. It is just an extra water-proof corridor with the eaves extending forward. It is incomparable with the appearance in the scenic spot or in the movies. . There are still visible beams of light leaking from the top of the eaves, and the tiles above are already very messy. It is conceivable that once it rains, the eaves will become water curtain holes.
"I hope it won't rain these days!" Xu Zhipeng prayed secretly. He couldn't stay here for more than a few days. After his cheap master's funeral arrangements were completed, he would stay for a few more days at most before going down the mountain. He didn't have such a thick skin, so he took over this Taoist temple just because of his status.
The doors of the three houses are all closed, but there is only this wooden pin on the door, which can be pulled out to enter.
This first room looks like a living room. There is a black Eight Immortals table and two Taishi chairs on the left and right in the middle wall on the west side. This should be the place where guests can talk. Just by visual inspection, the area of 20 square meters and the roof of less than three meters seemed a little awkward at first glance. The second room was an empty room, five meters deep and about two and a half meters wide. Xu Zhipeng guessed that it might have been a room or a guest room in the past, but it looked like no one had walked in and out for a long time. There were spider cages all over the roof, and there was no trace of human smoke. . The room at the end was a utility room, with a lot of farm tools and some miscellaneous things in it. He took one look and backed out.
The only thing in the Taoist temple that looks a bit grand, apart from the main hall, is the garden square in the courtyard. The width from east to west is equal to that of the main hall, about thirty meters. The width from north to south is slightly shorter. The distance from the gate to the main hall is also more than twenty meters. There are a few unknown ancient trees and a few bushes on the lawn. The rest is just lawn. Only a stone slab is left in front of the main hall, which adds a touch of solemnity to the main hall.
These lawns and shrubs are all trimmed very smoothly, especially the lawns, which extend outward in circles, just like the ripples caused by big stones falling into the lake, spreading outward layer by layer, making it particularly beautiful. .
"Master Cheap is an interesting person, he actually has the leisure time to engage in such tricks. Haha~" Xu Zhipeng secretly laughed in his heart. An old man who is more than a hundred years old can still have such a leisurely mood, but I don’t know where he gets the energy. And he doesn't seem to be such a refined person.
Looking more carefully, he discovered something else. The pruned bushes seemed to be sloping outward according to this wave, with slight undulations. Xu Zhipeng shook his head and smiled, then turned around and walked back to the main hall without paying attention.
The old Taoist priest Jun'an was still sitting there cross-legged, his face rosy and lifelike. If you don't know, if you tell them that the old Taoist priest has been dead for a whole day, I believe most people will not believe it.
He sat there peacefully, looking like a Taoist scholar, full of immortality... However, if he observed carefully, Xu Zhipeng suddenly discovered that his cheap master seemed to have declined a bit.
"He's already dead after all!"
