After a few days in peace and stability, I stayed in the Yuanshan Garden to write and write manuscripts. I wondered about some things. I didn’t know if I was thinking too much or something. When the editor of the magazine scolded someone, I found out that I had submitted a supernatural essay. Social science class.
Only then did I realize that the focus of thinking these days is what I saw and heard back and forth.
From the beginning of the package that did not know the sender, longevity, wet floods, scorpions, vines, meteorites, escaped again and again.
There are also those people, Meng Qisheng, Chongyang, Gao Xia, Gu Tang, Su Mu, and Li Yuanyi.
It flashed through my mind time and time again, but I couldn't grasp the clue. I always felt that there was some connection between many things, but under careful thinking, it was a mess.
And Chongyang is like an outsider, as if everything doesn't want to do with him. Including the fragment he recalled in his mouth-a long time ago, a person walked out from the underground palace of the Jing clan
I once suspected that he was the man who was buried in the funeral of the Han people, but it was really nonsense. Chongyang himself was just a joke.
I also asked him what he planned to do in the future. When he raised his head, he said to take a look around.
I said in my heart that of course you are doing well, eat mine, wear mine and live in mine. I have to think about everything for you.
In the end, I still plan to start with Chongyang’s ID card and follow the above address to find the place where Chongyang lived. Maybe a blind cat and a dead mouse can find some clues.
As a result, due to some delays, this plan was not really realized until a long time later.
On Saturday afternoon, I took Chongyang out for a walk, saying that the walk was actually a long way. The Yuanshan Garden is in a remote area, but I have to say that the scenery of the surrounding mountains is good.
I don’t know why this area has been well preserved. There are basically no development projects other than Yuanshan Garden. I don’t know if I should like it or worry about it. I am happy that it will be quiet in the future. , The worry is that the villa will not appreciate and the infrastructure will still be so bad.
Then I comforted myself that the location here is so good that those developers won't develop when they get into their heads.
In the end, the two were tired from shopping. They felt too far to go back, so they stopped a passing car heading towards the city. The driver waved his hand behind the car window: "I am going back to the city, your suburbs. It's too far to go."
I begged, "Well, let us go to the city to take a taxi."
Finally, the driver thought about it and agreed.
Chongyang and I are also guilty of being cheap, we can't walk in front of the village and no shop at the back. It's pretty bright looking at the sky, but in fact, it's dark in summer unknowingly.
I took our kindhearted person for about forty years old, and said that he was going to worship a Bodhisattva at the Golden Dragon Temple today, and there were a lot of taxis over there, so he threw us there.
The Golden Dragon Temple is a relatively large temple here. A panlong incense can cost hundreds or even thousands, and some Er Lengzi have been pitted and spent thousands of them. How about the current monk is full of fat intestines and fart.
From the perspective of the two traditional religions, the reputation of Taoism is better. First, Taoism is made in China, but Taoism is more compliant. If you come to visit, I will entertain you or ignore it. It’s compliant with my wishes. I entertain you, whether you give money or not, this is your wish.
However, Taoism is a bit shabby, and the reason why the monks are getting more and more oily. Of course, there are also clever Taoist priests who are able to make money. After all, the times are different.
"If there is a Taoist priest here, I will definitely exchange feelings with that Taoist friend, let alone the monk." After getting off the bus, I pointed to a few smiling monks in front of the Jinlong Temple and said to Chongyang.
"This gentleman, is your surname Ning?"
As soon as I turned my head, a young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe stood behind and looked at me with a smile. (End of this chapter)