"It's okay, as long as the son is willing, everything will be done by the old man."
"Well, as long as it doesn't delay my sleep." After finishing speaking, Lin Daokuan felt that he was flying into the air, but his body was not at all uncomfortable.
After a while, the old man's voice remembered in his ear: "My son, it's here, please open your eyes!"
"I'm very sleepy. Sleep for a while and don't make noise." Lin Daokuan was so sleepy that he didn't bother to open his eyes, but his soft voice prevented Lin Daokuan from coming into close contact with Zhou Gong: "Xiaoyu, make a bowl of sober soup."
A slender girl with her upper body wearing a snow-white shirt and a pale yellow long skirt, with her ankles slightly exposed, walked out quickly and cried with joy when she saw the old man: "Master, you didn't..."
"The master is okay, it was the son who saved the master." The old man interrupted the girl.
The girl looked at Lin Daokuan, who was still closing her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly withdrew. After a while, he took in a bowl of green liquid.
"Xiao Yu, the son is drunk, please feed it." The old man said lightly, his voice still very soft.
The girl hesitated, then walked to Lin Daokuan on the chair and fed the soup spoon by spoon. After a while, Lin Daokuan opened his eyes. The outside has gradually dimmed, but the interior is self-explanatory.
"Who are you? Where is this? My brothers?" Lin Daokuan looked at the old man and the young girl, and found that not only people, but even houses are strange.
"Don't doubt the son. Xiaoyu, make a pot of tea, and I will talk with the son while drinking. In addition, let's cook some side dishes and warm the pot of wine." The old man smiled and told the girl.
The girl answered.
When he came in again, he was holding a round tray with a purple teapot and two white jade teacups in the plate. The girl put the teapot on the coffee table in the middle, one jade cup in front of Lin Daokuan, and the other tea cup in front of the old man, "Master, please drink tea, Master drink first, I will cook." She turned and disappeared.
Lin Daokuan looked at the room. Both he and the old man were sitting on a small square stool. There was a coffee table in front of him. They didn't know what material they were made of. They were white, smooth, and cool, with an inexplicable warmth. On the left is an Eight Immortals table with four high chairs. The recliner he was sitting on has disappeared. Maybe the girl moved away. On the right is an ear door, the door has been lightly closed, I don't know what scenery behind the door.
Above the hall is a calligraphy and painting, from the Eastern Jin Dynasty poet Tao Yuanming's "Caiju East Ledge". The calligraphy and painting are framed on fine rice paper.
On the left are three hanging screens, on which are three seven-character quatrains.
One: One day of leisure, one day of immortality, there is no god, harmony and self-esteem, dantian has treasures to seek the way, and do not ask for Zen if there is no heart in the realm.
The second is to live up to the three lights, not to deceive people, not to deceive the gods and the poor. Some people ask me about the path of cultivation, and only cultivate this voice.
Third: Mo Dao You Ren does nothing, has quiet time in his leisure, reads in closed doors and reads in the daytime, sweeps the floor and burns incense to Sun Zhao.
There are also three hanging screens on the right, but three couplets.
One: Hold your head up in the moon month, wandering to the sky, get rid of the dust and return to the blue sky; unintentional clouds come out of Xiu, stay in the world, live as a Lin Yurun.
The second is to enter the gate of truth and to penetrate the true, profound, and at ease; come to the magical realm to develop the magical powers of the magical way.
Third: Yuyu Wudust Moonlight Three Thousand Void Realm; God's grace has the heart and sincerity to be the nine heavens.
All the inscriptions are the owners of the clearing of the garden, but there is no time, and the paper has begun to turn yellow.
Lin Daokuan looked at the old man again, with a plain face, smooth and ruddy, happy without a smile.
"Can you tell me now? I really can't wait." After scanning a circle, Lin Daokan had an indescribable feeling of emptiness in his heart. If it weren't for the old man to say that he was his savior, he would be scared. escaped.
"The son is not dry, listen to the old man slowly coming." The old man took a sip of the tea, but he didn't understand, but he seemed to warn: "My son, please finish half a pot of tea. This tea is produced in Penglai, East China Sea. It has fitness effects. know."
"The old man was originally a white fox in Yanshan Mountain. He discovered the method of self-cultivation by accident and has been practicing in the mountains for thousands of years.