The clear and melodious chirping of birds can be heard from the tops of the treetops outside the window. Autumn is deepening, and the air is filled with the cold moisture of the mountains.
A thin and withered hand pulled down the gray-blue bag on the top of the bookshelf. Dust fell intermittently. The old man covered his mouth and nose and coughed. A square handkerchief stretched out from behind in time to relieve his embarrassment.
"While the sunshine is good today, take these scrolls out to dry them. The mountains are always humid, and I'm worried that they will become moldy."
The old man bent his back and patted the dust accumulated on the bag. The young man following behind him helped to pull the drawstring on the bag, and the smell of aged paper products overflowed. Dozens of book scrolls that seemed to be very rare now were placed inside. There were already traces of moth erosion on them. The ink on the cardboard bookmark hanging outside was almost gone.
"Lingfei Liujia Sutra." The young man unfolded a scroll and read softly the large characters on the paper on the right.
"Yes, it was one of the six volumes of Tianshan Snow's Cunsi. Now it has been denounced as apocryphal. Today, only the last few volumes are collected here."
The old man's hoarse voice echoed in the empty room, the brocade curtain hanging from the dome swayed gently in the draft, and the autumn light was silent. Apart from the two living people here, there are only mountains and seas of voluminous books.
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"Junior remember, Kunlun's plan back then was to carve all the words written on the paper into the jade slips. Why has he been so reluctant to take action?" The young man followed the old man to the next bookshelf with his bag in hand.
"Is this happening?" The old man roared several times in his throat.
"You are a young boy who has just established a foundation, but you know quite a lot."
"It was also when I was still outside that I happened to hear it mentioned by Senior Jin Dan who came to give a big class to the juniors." The young man smiled and lowered his handsome eyebrows humbly.
"I don't know about that." The old man waved his hand, "But ???Zhiyi???Huaiwei Zi Zheng? Chanting Qixingbu??Huanshu!
"Is there such a thing?"
"Why not?" A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes. He gestured as if he had witnessed the catastrophe with his own eyes.
"When the leader ascended three hundred years ago, lightning tribulations fell from all directions on the same day, like a thunderstorm. Each thunder and lightning was as thick as a towering tree. Many mountains on Kunlun were flattened,? ??Stops Cockroaches, Coughs, and Coughs
"So now?" The young man cooperated with the old man and looked shocked.
"No! At least more than 70% of the books in the collection were destroyed." The old man laughed.
“I heard that the original??? ㄖ? Difficult? Sword? Gongzhizhuo holding the mold? Acknowledging one's sincerity and exegesis? Threatening the huge stem?
But now, it’s only a matter of time and again.
"The current style still looks good. The old one sounded weird." The old man patted the red-painted wooden bookshelf with a satisfied look on his face. In the past, what was the only one? What was it? What was it like? What was it like? What was it like? What was it like in ancient times? What was it like? Change the 鋋醯 Meng?舨园 cone?flag:??Mop the paper, Chu Yan, Xi Zhuo?Curtain
Untouched old ancient books were picked out one by one, scrolls, thread-bound ones, and even cloth and bamboo slips, and finally they were piled together, ready to undergo routine exposure and fumigation with rue and vanilla to ward off insects.
"Boy, the work here is indeed a bit tougher, and there are no people all year round. But now that you are here, you still have to do what you have to do." The old man dragged the table, sat on the ground and leaned on it, panting slightly. gas,
"I don't have many days to live, and this place should be handed over to you next! You are also unlucky. You don't know who you offended in your peak, and you were sent to this place where you will never get ahead??? Stop the pain??
His face was already covered with gray spots and wrinkles, and his eyes were dim. A monk has become so old that his life has begun to count down.
The young man knelt down and looked at him. "Everyone in the Kunlun Sect has a share of the Huitian Pill. It is usually placed in the hands of the master of a peak or the top manager of a certain system. Anyone who has reached the end of his life can receive it. Senior If so, you can find ???
The old man snorted feebly, "Where did it come from? What is it? What is it? What is it?" Wave the shape according to the virtuous and right Huan Gou∷?The rose fades and the strong times also return to the apricot??Night?Vinegar meteor?Yue Yuan Zhangshu??
"Really?" The young man's eyes darkened little by little, like the deep ice sea. He seemed to be talking to the old man, or to himself, "So, even simile..."
The iron horse under the eaves suddenly swayed slightly, as if the wind was approaching, or in other words, someone was coming to control the air.
The young man quickly straightened his expression and returned to his gentle and humble appearance.
He stood up and saw a slender figure pushing open the cypress door and stepping in. Because it was against the light, he could see her curly long hair shining slightly, and her light shadow extending to his feet.
It's her again...
The old man on the ground also turned his head and looked sideways.
"Hey, good morning, old man." The girl swayed in as lightly as a willow catkin. She smiled and greeted him,
"The ground is cold, don't sit there for too long!"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm an old man, I don't care about this." The old man also smiled, his eyes became a little soft, as if he saw his little granddaughter under his knees. As people get older, they fall more in love with such beautiful children who look well-behaved and smart.
"Do you still want to read the same books as before? Just go to the left!"
"Okay, thank you -" The girl held up her skirt and plunged into the bookshelves on the left in an instant.
"This girl is really beautiful!" the old man sighed, looking in the direction she was leaving.
"I guess I am a new disciple like you who has just entered the inner sect. I have been here for several days in a row. How come this year????
The young man was silent. He felt that it was better not to tell the old man that this "girl" was already in the Nascent Soul stage. In terms of age, she was at least one level older than you in the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.
But it’s not surprising that the old man took it for granted. The hierarchy in the world of cultivation based on cultivation has reached an extremely cold and strict level. Even between grandfather and grandson, if the grandson's cultivation is higher than the grandpa's, the grandpa must call himself "junior" in front of his grandson. There has never been any ethics. Can be talked about.
He has lived in the world of cultivation until now, and he has never seen a Nascent Soul stage person so naturally use the honorific "you" to a Foundation Stage monk, even if he just doesn't want to reveal his identity. Look at this expression, it seems that she feels that she In front of an old monk, he is really like a junior.
After all, he would do something like buy 60,000 lanterns from a mortal——
The young man unconsciously showed a funny look. He leisurely picked up a pile of books and walked out, shaking his head slightly.
"She must be the silly daughter of a landlord..."
