Zhao Rong felt that there were lines of sight coming from the hollow wooden window of the attic. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and looked around in a panic. He subconsciously wanted to run away in panic at all costs. The next second, Zhao Rong bit his teeth and pursed his lips tightly.
Force yourself to calm down.
He pulled the branch and used the leaves to cover his figure. He looked through the gaps in the leaves and stared closely at the dozen or so Taoist priests in blue who came out of the Star Observation Tower, trying to find out from which direction they would come to catch him after they left the observation tower.
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Suddenly, Zhao Rong was stunned.
I saw the group of Taoist priests in blue turning to the right, deviating from the straight path leading to the outer gate of Chongxu Temple, and walking towards the Yinzu Hall inside the temple. Zhao Rong took a closer look and found that their steps were leisurely, and there were even
Some Taoist priests turned their heads and laughed, and they didn't look like they were out to arrest people.
Zhao Rong remained motionless, frowning slightly. After observing for a while, he saw that they had reached the back of the main hall. There was a red painted door that was still locked when Zhao Rong observed it, but it was now open.
From this perspective, all you can see is a neat and wide black stone staircase behind the door.
A new group of blue-clad Taoist priests suddenly walked out from behind the door. The two groups met and stopped. After the execution, they crossed and passed by each other. The previous group of blue-robed Taoist priests entered one after another and climbed up the steps. The red-painted door was quickly closed.
The new group of blue-clad Taoist priests left one after another on the road, and three of them entered each hall in groups. Finally, only seven of them were left and entered the Star Observation Tower.
Zhao Rong relaxed his brows, let out a breath, glanced at the attic again, and then jumped down from the tree lightly.
At this time, the sound of bells on the mountain came. Zhao Rong listened carefully and found that it was already a quarter of the hour.
Zhao Rong turned around and prepared to leave. After walking a few steps, he returned and cleaned up the pancakes that had fallen into the soil and the scattered leaves that he had knocked down on the ground. He stopped staying.
It turns out that the group just came out to change defenses. He had just arrived and should not have been discovered by the secret sentry in the attic. However, it was too dangerous to stay here. The star-gazing pavilion was too high and had a wide field of vision. It could be said that the entire appearance was surrounded by
It's not advisable to hide, you have to move your position.
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment and decided to go in for observation. He had just memorized the general terrain and situation of the appearance. If necessary, he did not need to venture to high places to observe.
To be on the safe side, Zhao Rong went down the mountain first and waited for a while at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that there was no movement, he went up the mountain again, straightened his clothes and walked to the mountainside. This time he wandered around for a while and then directly entered the Lingguan Palace.
Entering the hall, there is a large group of Taoist priests standing neatly in front of the statue in the center of the hall, arranged in four or five columns. They are sitting in meditation with their eyes closed and chanting scriptures. The leader is an old Taoist in blue.
In the front left corner of the statue, there is an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard greeting guests and interpreting fortunes.
In front of the left and right walls of the hall, there is a Taoist priest in blue standing on each side. Behind them are two little Taoist boys in black, standing close to the wall. The six of them are looking at everyone in the hall.
Today is a holiday, and there are many pilgrims and tourists. The flow of people in the early morning has now surpassed that in the morning on weekdays. There are people who come with their wives and children to seek peace, there are women of high-ranking officials who come to seek children, and there are two men and women who come to seek marriage.
, there are also people who have traveled thousands of miles to come to Taoist temples to pray for their sick relatives...
Because morning classes are taking place in the main hall, it is relatively quiet. Most of the pilgrims who come in consciously quiet down, burn incense and worship gods, or line up to chat with the welcoming Taoist priests. In addition, there is a horizontal row of tables on the right side of the main entrance of the main hall.
At this time, a good man was already sitting on the stool and copying scriptures.
Zhao Rong glanced over it and took in everything. His heart moved, and he walked to the Taoist priest to queue up. When he came to the front of the queue, he explained that his purpose was to copy scriptures and pray for his relatives who were suffering from illness, and then paid a large sum of money.
The money for pens and ink was taken by a little Taoist boy to the scripture building to get paper and pen for scriptures.
Zhao Rong found a table and chair near the inside and sat down. The horizontal row of tables faced a statue of a god in front of him.
There are many rules for copying scriptures.
Zhao Rong first lit three sticks of incense in front of the statue, then bathed in incense and purified his hands. He held scriptures and rice paper in both hands and folded them together. On top of the lit incense, he smoked it counterclockwise three times, then smoked it clockwise three times, and placed it next to the case. Then,
Spread your hands with your palms facing down naturally, and make three rounds of incense first counterclockwise and then clockwise to clean your hands.
Finally, holding the scripture paper and pen in hand, he bowed to the holy image three times before taking his seat, reciting three holy chants and starting to copy the scriptures.
Zhao Rong sat cross-legged, with his back straight, his eyes lowered, and his expression solemn. He was copying scriptures in the corner of the hall and looking at the situation in the hall with his peripheral vision that was not easily discovered.
The Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace was still on the second altar table in front of the statue in the middle of the hall. At this time, Zhao Rong's sight was blocked by the group of Taoist priests doing morning lessons. He could only see through the misty green smoke there and the rather strong feelings in his mind.
to confirm it.
Although we are so close to it now, if we want to get hold of the divine furnace, these few steps are simply as difficult as reaching the sky.
This is not the kind of opportunity that comes to the lips of the protagonist in a story novel, but a treasure that requires hard work and effort to obtain little by little. If you are not careful, all your previous efforts will be wasted, and your life may even be in danger.
However, Zhao Rong did not complain at all. Instead, he felt more at ease. Only those things that he had to seek step by step with his feet on the ground were worthy of his pursuit, while those fortune-telling fortunes that came from the sky and were based solely on luck were like castles in the air that would only fall.
The man is angry.
At four o'clock in the morning, the sound of the bell outside the hall was heard, and many Taoist priests in the center of the hall finished their morning classes. Four Taoist priests, including the old Taoist in blue, stayed behind, and everyone else left Lingguan Hall.
Zhao Rong was dedicated to three tasks: copying scriptures, thinking, and observing from the corner of his eye.
The name of the prayer scripture that is being copied is "Taiyi's Wonderful Sutra of Saving Suffering and Protecting the Body". There are many scriptures, and the scriptures must not be copied wrongly or missing words, otherwise they will be burned with fire, but Zhao Rong is proficient in calligraphy and penmanship.
Perfect, and his natural memory is very good. After copying it three times, he can write it down from memory, very fast, and in one go.
Therefore, although it is said that it is multitasking, in fact, it does not divert much attention from the copying work in hand. At most, when I feel tired from writing, I will stop writing for a moment, rub my wrist, and then continue.
Zhao Rong tilted his head slightly and saw a little Taoist boy in front of him on the right, one of the four little Taoist boys in the main hall. He was lowering his head, tapping downward, lifting it up from time to time, and then immediately falling down, like a chicken pecking.
Rice is average.
Zhao Rong stopped writing, breathed a sigh of relief, took the 18th copy of "Taiyi Sutra of Saving Suffering and Protecting the Body" aside, put it together with the previously copied scripture codes, placed it in the upper right corner, and looked up.
Fang picked up a stack of rice paper and took the opportunity to take a closer look at the sleepy Taoist boy. After one glance, he drooped his eyelids and continued to copy the scriptures.
Isn't this the fat Taoist boy yesterday morning? It was he who was holding the Tingni Purple Gold Stove in his hand.
Zhao Rong's expression moved slightly, and he quietly looked at the other Taoist boys in the lower hall. They all looked familiar. They were probably in the team yesterday morning.
The round-faced Taoist boy next to the fat Taoist boy seemed to be a little sleepy, rubbing his eyes frequently and yawning silently to fight off his sleepiness.
As for the two little Taoist boys, one tall and one short, in front of the wall on the left side of the main hall, they do not have this kind of behavior.
The Taoist priest in blue in front of the two sleepy little Taoist boys turned around inadvertently, noticed the situation behind him, scolded the two men in a low voice, and asked them what they were doing last night. The two did not dare to say anything and lowered their heads to receive the scolding.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
There are more and more people in Lingguan Hall. Except for three Taoist priests in blue, four Taoist boys, four Taoist priests in black and Zhao Rong's row of good scripture copyists, the others are all wandering pilgrims. There is a steady stream.
Absolutely.
On the surface, Zhao Rong seemed to be meditating and copying scriptures, but in fact, he had been secretly memorizing the appearance and characteristics of the people who stayed behind in the hall. Zhao Rong was carefully memorizing and guessing about their walking pace and subconscious habits, even where they went.
I know the rules of the hut by heart.
The morning passed quickly. Zhao Rong donated some money and ate in the mountain hall. After the meal, he immediately returned to Lingguan Hall and continued to copy scriptures.
There were fewer people in Lingguan Hall at noon, but the Taoist priests did not leave or take a rest. Except for the four little Taoist boys sitting on round stools to take a nap, the other seven Taoist priests were sitting cross-legged on the tuanfu, facing the statue of the god, Ting Ni.
The Purple Gold Furnace is within their sight.
At dusk, the group of Taoist priests from the morning arrived again to conduct evening classes. After that, the temple would be closed and no outsiders would be allowed to stay inside.
Zhao Rong got up and sorted out the papers and pens. He would come back tomorrow, so he put them neatly on the table in the hall, and turned to the thick manuscript of "Taiyi's Miraculous Sutra of Saving Suffering and Protecting the Body" which he had copied one hundred and eighty-one times.
They were handed over to the little Taoist boy who came to collect the scriptures, who would then send them to the temple for easy storage or storage.
If the handwriting is neat and there are no mistakes or omissions, it can be sent to Taoist temples to donate to the public. If it is well-written, it can even be hidden in a holy statue for public worship to accumulate blessings.
When several philanthropic scholars around who were copying scriptures saw that Zhao Rong had copied so many scriptures in one day, they were all curious. They stepped forward and took a look. On the rice paper, there was a dense but eye-catching regular script with strong character and strict rules.
Seeing danger in the middle and escape in the middle, everyone suddenly burst into noise.
The little Taoist boy who collected the scriptures and the two Taoist priests in blue who were attracted by the excitement looked at each other for a few times and couldn't take their eyes away. They raised their heads and looked at Zhao Rong in amazement.
Several philanthropists came to Zhao Rong and begged for a few copies, wanting to take them back to watch and copy.
Zhao Rong smiled and dealt with it for a few times, then turned around and went out, down the mountain and left.
Zhao Rong secretly frowned on the way back. He was afraid of attracting attention and had already hidden his clumsiness. He didn't expect that his hand could not help but bring some European style regular script to make them fuss. It seemed that he would have to take away the good writing when he turned around.
Yes, I can’t copy so many next time, I’m so tired...
Copying scriptures for a whole day is very boring. Of course, if you put it nicely, it is called self-cultivation, piety and single-mindedness. But Zhao Rong did not accept this trick and decided to copy some interesting scriptures tomorrow instead of specifically copying them.
Prayers are finished.
The moon was high in the sky, Zhao Rong was flying under the stars. He returned to his residence, opened the door, and strode in. Suddenly he was tripped by "something" and stumbled suddenly. In Zhao Rong's words, he almost looked handsome.
Landing on the ground, he is handsome.
Bang!
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