The strategy of conquering the national division begins with drawing Thangka

Chapter 33

Bai Zeqing carefully placed the little wooden figure next to her body, stood up and stretched, feeling refreshed and comfortable.

The smile has not yet fully opened, and when she lowered her head again, the corners of her mouth froze, and her complexion gradually became ugly: inside and outside the room, on the table, on the ground, and even on the bed, there were gravel, dead branches, leaves, flower petals...and broken porcelain pieces from the teacup .

Bai Zeqing closed her eyes and let out a long sigh: Is there any technique in Xuan Dao Sect that can automatically tidy up the room?

After practicing the Puppet Spirit Art, can you raise a puppet who specializes in cleaning chores?

But thinking about it now is useless, Bai Zeqing still honestly took the broom, swept it, made the bed, and there was still a pile of things to clean...

When you enter meditation, you will enter meditation. What kind of wind is blowing?When the wind blows, the wind blows, why do you have to turn it for yourself?Just turn around, shouldn't a little girl like myself be just a little bit of flower petals, what's the fun with sand and dust?
Bai Zeqing only felt that she had never missed her little maid who always cried by her side so much—what's wrong with being nagged by the little maid every day?There are people here, although she doesn't say she stretches out her hands and opens her mouth, when did she see these trivial things in her eyes?

After cleaning the house to the extent that it is barely livable, go to the clean room to wash and change clothes.After finishing her work, she looked at the sky, and it was bright.

Bai Zeqing blinked, and the doubt in her heart that she always felt that she had forgotten something important finally became clear: the little novice didn't come to ask her to do morning exercises today!Why?At this time, I'm afraid it's time to go to the Zhaitang for dinner.

After thinking for a while, Bai Zeqing went to the newly renovated small kitchen on the westernmost side of the small courtyard to make simple plum-blossom sticky rice rolls and put them in the food box. Then, he picked up a few scrolls on the desk that he had finished reading and ran to the Sutra Library.

Gently pushing open the wooden door of the scripture building, a "squeak" disturbed the silence of the scripture building. Bai Zeqing hurriedly stopped for a moment before continuing to push, for fear that the wooden door would make another sound and disturb the sweeping monk——

When he went to the Sutra Library for the first time, he was cleaning the sword spectrum area. Just as Bai Zeqing turned around the bookshelf in a daze, he suddenly looked back.Immediately she was so frightened that she let out a scream, retreated a few steps, and nearly fell down.

Just, an old monk wearing a dark gray robe and white beard and hair, with his back on his back, turned his head and stared at her fiercely. Bai Zeqing even got goosebumps thinking about that feeling now.

When Bai Zeqing first met, he thought he was dumb, but his hearing was very good.Later, when I talked about this man with the elder brother, I realized that the sweeping monk and Zen master Cifa were of the same generation, they practiced closed-mouth meditation, and they also asked themselves to guard the scripture building.

Inexplicably, Bai Zeqing felt that this great monk was a little more unpredictable, probably very powerful.

Bai Zeqing closed the door carefully, slowed down his pace, and tiptoed in, first put the snack box in the middle of the desk by the door, then walked through the sword manual area with the scrolls in his arms, and put the books in his hands back one by one The skill and spell area, and then walked towards the second floor.

She wanted to read the book "Anecdotes of Cultivation of Truth" mentioned by Zen Master Cifa.

There was a "creak" sound when the foot stepped on the old wooden stairs, and Bai Zeqing immediately felt his hairs stand on end. Looking back, at the other end of the aisle, the sweeping monk was holding a broom and looking at her quietly.

Bai Zeqing immediately stood up straight, took out the key on the second floor, shook it, and said, "It was Zen Master Cifa who asked me to find a book." Then he quickly pointed to the book case, "Master, I made vegetarian snacks , you have a taste."

The sweeping monk continued to look at her until Bai Zeqing felt cold sweat dripping from his vest, before turning around and leaving.

Bai Zeqing didn't care about the sound this time, and ran up the stairs in three steps at a time.

When he reached the wooden door at the end of the stairs, he stopped, took a few breaths, opened the brass lock, and walked in.

The second floor of the Sutra Library seems to be an inaccessible place. The scrolls here seem to be dusty, so it can be seen that no one will flip them.

Bai Zeqing didn't expect that there were so many books on the second floor, and he didn't know where the notebook of Monk You Fang was, so he randomly picked out a few volumes of notebooks from the bookshelf.

When I opened a volume, I saw that the front side was full of portraits, and the back side contained the person's life—what was his name, what sect, what kind of person he was, why he entered Taoism, what Taoism he entered, and how many years he had ups and downs, " Going back" in a certain month of a certain year, and finally after the dust settled, the judgment made by later generations.

There are also some who disappeared halfway, those who disappeared halfway, and those who were expelled from a certain sect.

This volume is actually a record of people in the practice world for many years.I don't know if there is any practitioner of their Xuandao Sect.

Bai Zeqing didn't know much about practice, and his master didn't like to talk too much. When he saw these characters, it was like opening the door to a new world. He sat down on the ground with a book in his hand and read it carefully. Then he fell into a god.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Zeqing raised his head from the booklet due to the loud suona sounds and loud cries.

She was a little surprised, Tingquan Temple has always been clean, and the most heard sounds are morning bells and evening drums, Buddha chanting, birds singing in the forest, and the sound of mountain springs behind the forest. How could someone come here to cry, and there is also the sound of suona?There are no weddings and funerals in this temple, and there is no theater troupe to set up a stage to sing operas. How can someone play suona?
She supported the bookshelf and stood up, walked to the window and looked out, and saw a team of at least dozens of people, mostly female family members, all dressed in linen and filial piety. Clear the way first, step up the steps, and go straight to the direction of the wing room.

At this moment, Bai Zeqing suddenly remembered the mission assigned to her by her master before her first departure: to find out the truth about the death of the magistrate.

In fact, the master said this to her casually, and she also made up her mind at the time to go to Huo's house the next day to prepare for the worship and the worship post, but she practiced the puppet spirit art forcibly and even turned her imagination into meditation to learn the way of talismans , I put all these things to the bottom of my mind.At this moment, she was suddenly disturbed by such a commotion, the days passed so quickly, and today she was already the first seven in the prefect.

She opened her eyes and looked around according to the method taught by her master. There was a gentle breeze, and everything was clean, and no dead souls returned with resentment.It can be seen that the death of the magistrate is strange.That day should not be the death date of the magistrate, and Tingquan Temple should not be the place where the crime happened.

And I don't know if the case is closed or not, and how it was closed.It must be unsatisfactory, and these people must have made a lot of trouble, so they didn't even let Tingquan Temple go.

Bai Zeqing looked out the window at the way the monks were forced to be helpless by the magistrate's family, he couldn't help but shook his head, and murmured: "It seems that it's time to go to Yuanzhou City as well."

When leaving the scripture building, Bai Zeqing put the books in his hand back on the shelf one by one, but the last book was put in one side, and another one was squeezed out in the other side.

Bai Zeqing disliked her clumsiness for a while, and walked around the bookshelf to pick it up from the other side. She was about to put it back on the bookshelf, but found that it was a manuscript without a title.There was also a piece of paper dropped on the ground, which should have fallen out of this notebook.

She picked up the piece of paper, and it turned out to be a portrait. The person on the portrait was wearing a half-new Taoist robe, but it didn't look shabby at all. I don't know who painted it. With a few strokes, the unparalleled elegance of this Taoist priest seemed to have disappeared. Power comes through the back of the paper.

Who is this senior?
Bai Zeqing turned to the back of the portrait. Unlike the previous portraits, there was no word on the back of this painting.

Bai Zeqing has been painting since she was a child, and she can tell at a glance that this painting is very well drawn, with deep brushstrokes and vivid portraits, it is absolutely impossible for the painting to be a waste... Then, why is there not a single word?

She couldn't understand it.At this moment, the sound of suona came through the ears again, and entered the mind.

Bai Zeqing immediately gave up thinking, no longer entangled, picked up the painting and the dropped scroll and prepared to take it back to read. If you don't understand, you can ask senior brother Zimo after class.

But seeing the commotion outside, can we talk about it in the evening class?

　thanks for your support!grateful!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)