On the second day after Huan Xin arrived in Beiming, he slept until he woke up naturally. As soon as he went out, he saw that Uncle Qingyun had already gotten up and was drinking tea in front of the main hall.
In fact, thinking about it, he didn't know why he had to come here, but there was a voice in his heart that kept calling him. Huan Xin arrived in front of the main hall and was about to say hello to Uncle Qingyun. After all, she just had dinner yesterday and didn't talk too much with him.
At this time, there was a sword suspended in the hall. Huan Xin saw it at a glance. They were a little surprised. They then thought about how the sword got here. Shouldn't it be in the hands of the great grandfather?
Uncle Qingyun was keenly aware of the change in Huan Xin's expression, and for the first time he took the initiative to ask Huan Xin, "Can you cook?"
After coming back to her senses, Huan Xin immediately answered expressively: "Yes, I do. Even at home, my mother always cooks and she doesn't usually let me do it. However, I can still do simple dishes, and I have even memorized a recipe book!" "
Uncle Qingyun looked at Huan Xin with a smile and nodded, "That's good. Before you leave, you will cook the meals every day. You will have three meals a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner. You can control the time yourself."
Huan Xin stood there in confusion, wondering if she was here to improve her cooking skills? Why did you turn into cooking? Will you let me clean the house later?
Just as he was thinking of this, Taoist Master Qingyun responded to the situation and continued: "By the way, clean the bathroom every day. I am old and don't like to move."
After saying that, he picked up the tea cup, sipped the corner of the cup, and drank by himself. Huan Xin looked at the leisurely and contented uncle in front of him with some depression, and asked carefully: "Uncle, I finally got here, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Old Taoist Qingyun thought for a while, and then said to Huan Xin seriously: "When it gets dark at night, light the lamp. It's not like outside here. You need to get used to it first."
After saying that, he put down the teacup in his hand and closed his eyes on the recliner.
At this time, Huan Xin wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. He stood there feeling a little at a loss.
After a while, Uncle Qingyun said leisurely again: "There are books in the innermost room. After you have finished your work, you can go read a book and don't keep wandering in front of my eyes."
Huan Xin finally heard what he wanted to hear, so he agreed excitedly and walked quickly towards the last house.
When he arrived at the door, he looked at the wooden door covered with cobwebs and dust, wondering how long it had not been cleaned. So they carefully opened the door, and sure enough, the room was full of bookshelves, and the books on the bookshelves were all covered in dust. Today they would see the light of day again.
There were seven bookshelves in the room, neatly arranged in the room. Huan Xin did not immediately pick up a book to read, but turned the bookshelves one by one. When he saw "Li Huo" on the fifth bookshelf, "Jue" was a familiar feeling. Master Tianfeng once told him that the Lihuo Jue he left behind was his own handwritten copy, and the exercises were somewhat different from the original ones. Let Huan Huan When the mind has a chance, it comes to Beiming and then enlightens on its own.
After walking around for a while, Qingxin got to know a little bit about the Taoist canon in the Sutra Pavilion. The first two bookshelves contained some simple theoretical knowledge such as fortune telling, divination, constellations, and gossip. There was a lot of information about the world and the most books. It starts to change from the third grid. The books in the third grid are mainly about spells for drawing talismans and forming formations to catch ghosts and demons. The fourth grid contains some techniques for refining weapons and alchemy. However, some of the books are already in dilapidated condition. The pages were yellowed, and many of them were engraved on bamboo slips. Huan Xin opened his head with a speechless face and the three black lines on his head turned out to be small seal characters. However, Huan Xin was not completely despairing. His mother gave him a sign when he was young. Although he didn't practice calligraphy very well in the calligraphy class, he memorized a lot of Xiaozhuan and official script at that time. He should be able to barely understand it if he works hard.
Compared with the fourth frame, the fifth frame has very few books. Including "Lihuo Jue", there are only six books in total. The sixth frame is not to mention, there are only three sets of bamboo slips, all covered with paving. Full of thick dust.
Until the last frame, Huan Xin saw that there were no books on the bookshelf, but it was obvious that there were two marks indicating that the books had been left there. She thought that there might have been books placed here before, and they were finally put away.
After reading the seven frames, I have a rough idea of Huoxin. Based on my understanding of Lihuo Jue, I know that if I have limited time, I will be able to learn the fifth bookshelf and later, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for me to learn it. In the end, I decided to start from the first bookshelf and take a systematic look at it. If you don’t look at it, you won’t know. It directly subverted the heart of the heart.
Most of the books in the collection here were left by Beiming's predecessors. Almost all of them are in the form of manuscripts. The contents inside are also messy, with annotations and comments. It seems very difficult. However, the immersed Qingxin slowly entered the state. He found that the books recorded here were completely different from those usually bought in bookstores. Qingxin doubted the authenticity of these books several times because it almost subverted the past. Any Taoist classics that Qing Xin had read were read one by one without sleep or food.
In this way, Qingxin began to live a hermit life with a pure heart and few desires, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Xiao Min, who was far away in the world, was leaning against the window, looking at the beautiful scenery on the seaside, but her mind had already drifted to Kunlun, which was thousands of miles away. After the college entrance examination, Xiao Min also relaxed. She didn't want to think about her test scores. After all, no matter how hard she studied, there would be a big gap between her and you. But she still looked forward to them being together. Even if it's not the same school, it's still good to be in the same city.
The car was driving very slowly, and the highway in Nanhai was still in good condition. It was indeed a good choice to enjoy the sea view outside the window at this speed. Soon the car arrived at Nanshan Temple, a famous scenic spot.
After the car parked, Xiao Min got out of the car and was shocked by the 108-meter Guanyin statue built in the sea in front of the temple. It is majestic, majestic, and solemn, making people have the urge to bow down.
Xiao Min devoutly came to the feet of the Guanyin Elephant, knelt on the futon, closed her eyes with her hands clasped together, and made a pious wish in her heart, with an imperceptible smile appearing on her lips.
Then she drew lots like all tourists, and the note read: Near the water and the tower, the moon comes first, but the clouds and sunny days have their waxing and waning. Gu Fang admires the moon in the water, and the flowers fall into the mirror. In this life, fate comes when the wind blows, and the flowers fall after the youth.
Xiao Min didn't quite understand what the signature meant, but the words "sign" written on it still froze her longing to the bottom. She didn't believe it at first, but how could a person not hope after being worried about it? Xiao Min held the drawn signature tightly in her hand without going to undo it. She turned around and took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to the person who was thousands of miles away who was thinking about her: I miss you so much! Do you miss me?
At this time, Huan Xin was concentrating on a book about Yin Yang and Five Elements. He couldn't help but sneeze. He rubbed his sore nose and thought, "Who missed me?"
