After hearing what I said, he nodded and sighed: "It turns out that the world is really a circle."
"The master went out from this courtyard to find you, and you came back today to find the master."
After saying that, he stepped aside and made way for him: "Please."
His candid look also made it hard for anyone to find fault with him, so I followed him to the Sanqing Hall.
He took a square box from the side and gently handed it to me: "Take a look."
Trembling, I opened the box and took out a piece of paper.
What is written above are all posthumous matters, such as who will be appointed as the leader after death, and how to arrange all the big and small things in Baiyun Palace.
Looking further down, there is Zhi'an's signature below.
I shook my head at the light: "Is this written by Zhi'an?"
"Exactly."
"you sure?"
The hesitation in ***'s eyes disappeared fleetingly, and then he nodded heavily: "OK."
The reason why I asked him this was definitely not to scare him, but because I thought of something.
"You said before that Zhi'an was already terminally ill when he gave his last words?"
"That's right."
I rushed the suicide note to him: "But the handwriting on it is very clear and the writing is very strong."
*** quickly defended: "The master's calligraphy skills are very good. After all, someone who has been drawing charms for a lifetime will not have shaky hands."
I smiled and nodded without exposing him.
Is he treating me like a coward?
There is a saying that words are like the person they are. Masters of calligraphy not only check their physical condition, but also their mood and even the weather before picking up a pen.
If you are even a little bit unqualified, you will never write anything, lest someone take it out and lose your reputation.
From one word, you can see a person's spirit at that time.
It's absolutely impossible to write anything good when you're upset, let alone how could Zhi'an write such neat handwriting in that state?
*** seemed to have seen something, and kept explaining: "There is absolutely nothing wrong with this handwriting. If you don't believe me, you can compare it with a calligraphy left by the old master."
*** laughed a few times, took out his phone and took a photo of Zhi'an's handwriting.
"Are you kidding? After all these years, how can I still have his handwriting?"
With that said, I returned the suicide note to him and said softly: "I haven't lived in Baiyun Palace for a long time. I wonder if the head of the *** can take me in for a few days?"
"sure!"
*** agreed immediately: "The old friend of the head Zhi'an must be a guest of Baiyun Palace!"
The little Taoist boy quickly sent me to the guest room. I sat in the room and felt like a dream.
I sat on the bed to sort out my thoughts. Taozi and Ji Canghai once brought them to Zhi'an.
If the protection is not complete, Zhi'an will leave some traces. In other words, if I follow the clues, I might be able to find clues about Tao Zi.
I'm blindly looking for someone outside, but the chances are really slim. I might as well just wait here and wait for work, maybe it will work out.
Thinking of this, I decided to stay here for a few days.
At night, the yard is quiet.
I took advantage of the darkness to open my backpack and took out the charm from inside.
This charm was given to me by Zhi'an before.
Just now, *** might have been deliberately trying to provoke me, thinking that I couldn't find Zhi'an's handwriting now.
All I can say is that his Taoism is still too shallow.
In the early years, Taoist priests' charms were not only used to ward off evil spirits, but also served as business cards.
In the past, there were many wandering Taoist priests, and it was inevitable that they would encounter difficulties if they were alone on the road.
As the old saying goes, rely on your parents at home and your friends when you go out.
If you really have one of three calamities and six diseases, and someone can help you at least, then you need to prove your identity.
There are only a few tokens in the sect, so you can't hand out one to everyone, right?
This spell written by the master comes in handy.
The front of the charm is the gall bladder
talisman, but be sure to write your name on the back.
Use it to represent heaven when you are making it, and use it as a business card when you go out for a trip.
If you meet a fellow traveler and send this talisman forward, any difficulty will be no big deal.
I turned the charm over and compared it with Zhi'an's handwriting bit by bit.
If it was just my guess before, then at this moment, I was sure that this matter was definitely not as simple as what I saw.
In Zhi'an's handwriting, there was a missing horizontal line in the middle of the word "an", but the writing on the suicide note was straight and square.
Even if what *** said before was true, now with this handwriting, all doubts have been solved.
I suddenly thought of a person, where did Le'an go?
I quickly took out my phone and opened the suicide note on it again, only to find that there was no explanation about Le'an at all.
Clearly, something isn't right.
Le'an is Zhi'an's favorite, and he would rather risk his own life to protect him.
Now that he is about to pass away, how can he forget his best feelings?
I gently opened the curtains and looked out through the gap, only to find silhouettes of people flickering outside the window.
Good guy, you really don’t trust me!
The more this happens, the more evil they have in their hearts!
It doesn’t matter, you won’t be late for a good meal!
Lying on the bed, I muttered silently: Zhi'an, Zhi'an, you said you have been sober all your life, how come you left such a mess in the end?
In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard subtle footsteps outside the door.
When I sleep, my ears are always on guard, and the slightest sound can wake me up.
I tilted my head and looked, pretending not to hear, then closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I just want to see, what do you want to do?
