The Pope looked into the depths of the night and said, "This is sending him to his death."
The man responded indifferently in the night: "What is death? So many royal families died back then."
The pope was silent for a long time, and the sea of stars in the depths of his eyes gradually became calm: "You are not a royal family, so why can't you let go of these things?"
The voice in the night was calm but firm: "This is His Majesty's will."
The Pope knew that the Majesty he was talking about was of course not the first emperor, but the most remarkable king of all time—His Majesty Emperor Taizong.
This conversation began with a letter sent from Xining Town to Kyoto many years ago.
This kind of debate started when a boy named Chen Changsheng walked into the deserted campus of the Orthodox Academy two and a half years ago.
It seems that this conversation should end tonight.
It's just that even at this time, the pope is still not sure of his mind, just like the green leaf in the pot, gently swaying with the night wind.
This doesn't mean that he doesn't have his own standpoint and his Dao heart is not firm enough. On the contrary, it is precisely because he has to consider too much, far and wide, and meticulous, so it is difficult to make a decision.
"Except for me, no one knows that you are best at time scrolls, which is Xiliudian."
In the night, there seemed to be a gaze that fell on the small pool in the hall, and then on the wooden gourd by the pool.
The man said to the Pope: "You are the gurgling clear water flowing westward. Although it has been flowing for thousands of years, you still haven't touched any dust or dirt. You can see the bottom of it, but Ning Rou has inexhaustible divine power. Then... you You don’t need to make a decision at this moment, at the last moment, you will eventually find out what your heart is.”
After saying this, there was no more sound in the night.
The Pope stood on the stone steps, looking at the shadow of the cornice, standing in front of the sound of running water, the green leaves of his clothes swaying slightly in the night wind.
"Senior brother, what you cultivate is following your will, so you are so confident that my will will follow yours?"
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After leaving Xining Town, Yu Ren went to many places with his master, but he didn't like the snowy field of Hanshan Mountain or the wilderness below Yongxueguan because there were too few people. It didn't leave a deep impression on him, but he was a little happy when he heard that Her Royal Highness the Yaozu princess was actually a student of his junior.
He is in a good mood these days, not because this is Kyoto, his hometown.
He was brought up by his master since he was a child. He only has some vague memories of his childhood, but he can't remember it clearly. The master told him that he was from Kyoto and lived here, but he couldn't remember where his home was. Moreover, he doesn't like Kyoto. Unlike the reason why he doesn't like the snow and wilderness, he thinks that there are too many people in Kyoto.
There are too many people in Kyoto, and there are too few people in the snowy wilderness. It is best if there are no more people in Xining Town.
He didn't know why the master took him to so many places, why he came to the capital, he was just worried about the health of his junior brother and wanted to meet him, but after the master took him to the Mausoleum of Books, he disappeared quietly and told him not to After leaving Tianshu Mausoleum, after talking for a few days, I will naturally be able to meet my junior brother.
Looking at the master's disappearing figure, he thought about it, and felt that this was good, no matter what happened to his junior brother, with the master around, he could always solve it. And there are really too many people in the capital, he really doesn't like it, there are not too many people in the Mausoleum of Books, there are green trees and flowing water, it is easy to remind him of the mountain behind Xining Town, the stream, and the The happy days of backing Taoism, catching fish and eating together with the younger brother, I heard that when the younger brother was observing the stele and enlightening the Tao, the sky was full of stars, which made him very proud and happy, so he felt that he had more reasons to like this place.
There is another very important thing - you can see the Tianshu stele in the Tianshu Mausoleum. He has read Taoist scriptures thoroughly since he was a child, and has already integrated the three thousand volumes of Daoism except the last one. Although, like Chen Changsheng, his master never taught him how to practice, he naturally has a feeling for the heavenly book tablet that hides the truth of Taoism. The feeling of intimacy, I want to see something interesting from it.
When the master left the Tianshu Mausoleum, he told him not to leave, but he didn't say that he was not allowed to see the Tianshu Monument. He prepared meals for two days in that small courtyard, stood by the fence with a cane and watched the sunlight change twice. He felt that there should be no problem, so he walked out of Meili with the packed lunch box and walked along the mountain road. Go to the mausoleum.
There is still a long period of time before the Great Court Examination. Because of the opening of the Zhou Garden and the Stone Boiling Conference last year, as well as the many changes that followed, the stele viewers in the Tianshu Mausoleum have left the mausoleum one after another. Very rarely, he walked on the mountain road for a long time, but he didn't meet anyone until he came to the first stele hut.
In front of this stele hut, he met a stele attendant named Ji Jin. The temperament of the stele attendant is very gentle, with a kind of indifference and calmness that sees through the world, which makes the rest of the people feel very good. He thought that Tianshu Mausoleum is indeed a holy place for cultivating Taoism. After watching the stele for a long time, could it be possible that everyone will get such a temperament? promote
The stele attendant named Ji Jin asked him which sect he was a disciple of, and why he entered the Mausoleum of Books at this time to start viewing the stele.
Yu Ren didn't know how to answer, but fortunately he couldn't speak, so he put his crutch on the pavilion pillar, and made a few gestures with one hand, but he didn't know if the other party could understand.
Ji Jin couldn't understand his sign language, but he saw the other people's disabilities clearly, and felt sympathetic. He didn't ask any more questions, and reminded him not to force himself to observe the stele, but to pay attention to rest.
Watching the stele attendant leave along the mountain road, the rest of the people wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, with a smug smile in their eyes, thinking that what the younger brother said was wrong, how can I not lie, but in Xining Town There is no need to lie, you see, I have successfully deceived a senior at this time.
The first Tianshu stele in Tianshu Mausoleum is Zhaoqing Stele.
Yu Ren dragged his legs and walked slowly to the monument, looked over, a little curious, a little excited, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He felt that this Tianshu stele was really interesting, and the poem written by the former sages was really good, and it felt really comfortable to the touch with his fingers, it was icy cold, just like the stream on the mountain behind Xining Town.
Then, he came to the second Heavenly Book Stele.
This Tianshu stele is also very interesting. He looked at it with great interest and felt that those lines were so beautiful, just like the light cut by the leaves on the mountain behind Xining Town in autumn.
Then, he came to the third Heavenly Book Stele.
This Tianshu stele is more interesting, the traces on the stele are still clear and the lines are still beautiful, but it is not as complicated as the previous two steles. In his eyes, it has become an extremely simple line.
Simplicity does not mean that it is not beautiful, nor does it mean that it is easy to understand, just like the rainy season in Xining Town, the waterline falling under the eaves of the old temple, and the traces of the yellow leaves that were knocked down by the rain. In order to figure out the pattern in those traces, Yu people spent more time this time, and even put the crutches aside, sat on the ground and thought for a while.
Then, there is the fourth Heavenly Book Stele.
The fifth heavenly book monument.
Block six.
seventh seat.
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I don't know how long it has been.
Yu Ren came to a stele hut, he leaned on his crutches, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the stele under the hut, feeling a little strange.
Because the stele was broken, the original face of the stele did not know where it went.
He didn't know that this broken stele was cut down by a man named Zhou Dufu. With this broken stele as the boundary, he had seen those heavenly book steles, and they were all called the Qianling Stele.
He knew that his junior brother had been very successful viewing the monuments in Tianshu Mausoleum last year, which made him very proud, but he didn't know the saying that he could visit all the monuments in one day.
He looked up at the sky, and found that the sun had not yet reached the mid-heaven, and the weather was not too hot, so he decided to continue watching.
At this time, it has not been half a day since he entered the Tianshu Mausoleum.
How to view the broken monument? He doesn't know either.
He walked slowly to the broken monument, and reached out to touch the stubble on the monument.
After a while, he withdrew his fingers, looked around thoughtfully, and found that he was still in front of the broken monument.
He changed the side of the crutch, clamped it with the broken arm, and scratched his itchy back with his free right hand. He was a little puzzled, and thought to himself: "How should I go next?"
The autumn wind in the mountains gently swayed, lifted the hem of his washed white Taoist robe, raised the black hair on his forehead, and exposed his eyes.
He has one eye that can't see, but he doesn't know if he can see other things.
He walked to the wild forest behind the stele hut, stretched out his hand to push aside some thorny grass branches, and looked inside curiously.
There is a vague road there, which should have been stepped on, and it is almost covered by weeds, and no one has walked it for many years.
Seeing the difficult path, Yu Ren had a look of embarrassment on his face, but after thinking about it, he still limped inside with a cane.
The weeds gradually covered his figure, and the barren road gradually extended under his feet and turns.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally walked out of the wild forest and came to another stele hut.
He raised his arms and wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves. He felt his face was hot, and he thought that luckily he didn't get lost, otherwise he would be in trouble, and he couldn't call for help.
He went to the stele hut and began to observe the stele.
This is no longer the former mausoleum.
Tianshu Thirteen Tombs, he has already arrived at the Second Tomb.
Zhou Dufu was the first person to come here directly after breaking the stele in Tianshu Mausoleum.
Of course he didn't know this, he continued to look at the monuments, continued to move forward, and looked at one monument after another.
When he felt hungry, he took out the lunch box from his arms and started to eat. When he was hungry, he went to find some mountains and waters to drink.
The dishes in the lunch box are very simple, fried bacon with green peppers.
He found the bacon on the beam of a stove in a deserted yard, and he picked green peppers in an untended vegetable field.
As the sun sets, the stars enter the night sky, as the sun rises, the stars recede to the back of the light, and the clear stream in the mountains flows slowly, just like time.
I don't know how many days later, the rest of the people found that the lunch box was empty, whether it was fried bacon with green peppers or fermented bean curd, there was nothing left.
He was really hungry, so he walked back along the original road, and when he passed the steles, he finally saw some ascetics.
These days, all they saw were silent forests and stone monuments. Finally, they were able to see people. The rest of them were a little happy and nodded to those ascetics.
And those ascetics looked at him like they were looking at a ghost.
Who is this man? How come I've never seen it before? Why does he come back from the front? Could it be that he has already seen the next Heavenly Book Stele