Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Beauty in the Winter Garden
Xuanhuang, the second generation temple owner of Liuyun Temple, passed away.
There is an extra hill in the back hill of Liuyun Temple. According to the instructions of the temple owner during his lifetime, everything was kept simple and he was buried an inch below the old temple owner in the back hill of Liuyun Temple.
Tong Zhihuan knelt in front of the tomb for two days, no more, no less, because the Taoist priest had not accepted him as a disciple. Kneeling for one more day would be a violation of the rules.
This incident was buried in his heart and would never be forgotten for a long time.
To him, Taoist Master Xuanhuang was as respected as a gentleman. The gentleman showed the way, and the Taoist Master led the way. That was why he had this life and his medical skills.
But this was also the saddest thing for him, just like what he said while kneeling in front of the Taoist grave:
"I can cure difficult and complicated diseases and save people who others cannot, but I can't save the Taoist priest..."
This is the helplessness of doctors and the helplessness of millions of people.
Birth, old age, illness and death are normal conditions in the world.
After taking care of all the Taoist priest's funeral affairs, Tong Zhihan rarely visited Tongji Hall anymore and simply moved to the mountains.
He wanted to stay on the mountain for a while longer, because this was the place that the Taoist priest had missed the longest in his life.
Since then, many people seeking medical advice have gone to the mountain to seek medicine.
Liuyun Temple, which should have been silent, became lively again.
But at the same time, there are rules.
Unless it is a difficult and complicated disease, there will be no treatment. No fee will be charged for measuring the pulse, but you need to offer three pillars of incense in the temple. It is also because of this that the Liuyun Temple has been filled with incense and smoke.
This is the only thing Tong Zhihuan thinks can repay the Taoist priest.
In the past two years, Tong Zhihua devoted himself to studying medicine. Coupled with the books his husband once gave him, his medical skills have improved by leaps and bounds.
Until one day, he discovered...
There was no more writing on the book that the teacher gave him originally. No matter how he turned it over, there was no writing on it.
At this time, Tong Zhihuan also reacted.
This book……
He's finished reading it!
Tong Zhihuan didn't count exactly how many books he had read, but he roughly estimated that there were more than four hundred books at least...
Just reading it took him nearly two years.
At that moment, Tong Zhihuan felt a kind of indescribable joy.
He stood at the door of the Taoist temple and saw the misty clouds floating between the mountains. He looked at it repeatedly for a long time.
So on the second day.
Tong Zhihuan went to the back mountain to worship Taoist Master Xuanhuang, locked the gate of Liuyun Temple, and went down the mountain.
At this point, Liuyun Temple is truly empty.
…
Spring comes and summer comes, autumn passes and winter comes.
Moss slowly grew on the steps going up the mountain, and weeds grew up and covered the steps.
There is no more incense floating in Liuyun Temple.
The gate was locked and no one ever opened it.
…
In the winter of the 26th year of Tianshun, it is the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.
It's snowing heavily.
Everything inside and outside was covered with a layer of white, but it was still a little worse than the snowfall many years ago. The trees on the mountains were covered by heavy snow.
There was also a thick layer of snow on the roof of the Taoist temple.
The peach trees in the courtyard had already lost all their leaves in autumn. Now they are bare and look a little less beautiful.
There is silence in the world.
However, there was something strange in that view.
Under the peach tree, a woman's figure suddenly appeared. She was wearing a long pink and white dress, no pink and white, and had an indescribable elegance.
She looked around at the courtyard.
The snow on the ground was very thick and the view was full of dust.
She thought for a moment, went to the backyard, found a broom, and started taking care of the Taoist temple.
The lock on the viewing door is still locked.
But there was a voice coming out of the temple. No one knew where this woman came from, but after that snow, there were rarely unclean moments in the temple.
After a few days, the snow gradually faded away.
The woman in the courtyard took out a few books from the library and started reading.
She was sitting just like her husband back then, holding a book and not caring about anything but what was written in the book.
But that woman seemed a little not very smart.
She sat under the peach tree and scratched her head, frowning and muttering: "Why can Mr. understand it but I can't?"
But even if she couldn't understand it, she still wanted to read it.
In fact, she was just curious and didn't care whether she could understand or not.
Unexpectedly, at this glance, I saw Huai Xu from Chunri.
The peach blossoms on the peach trees are in full bloom, reflecting the beauty of the woman under the tree, as if the woman is transformed from the peach blossoms, and is so beautiful.
"Pap..."
The woman who was reading paused for a moment, then turned to look at the door of the Taoist temple.
That was the sound of the door lock opening.
She put down the book in her hand and looked towards the door.
"Creak."
Tong Zhihuan pushed open the door of the Taoist temple.
After being out for a year, his appearance has also changed greatly. He was still a little immature at the beginning, but now he has a beard on his face, and there is a little more vicissitudes in his eyes.
When he saw the scene inside the Taoist temple, he was suddenly stunned.
He saw that everything in the Taoist temple was as clean and tidy as new, there were no fallen leaves in the courtyard, there was no dust on the eaves, and the atmosphere was peaceful, as if it was the same as when he left.
Tong Zhihuan frowned, "Did someone come here?"
He began to look for it in his observations.
The woman was standing under the peach tree, but Tong Zhihuan seemed to be unable to see her at all and was looking for her.
Not only the eaves and courtyard, but also the statues in the temple and the pavilion in the backyard were spotless.
This made Tong Zhihua a little confused.
When he came to the peach tree, he saw a book on the table.
"Why is this book here?"
Tong Zhihuan frowned and looked around again.
But no one saw anyone.
However, the woman was standing next to him, and he could not see anything.
"Idiot." She covered her mouth and chuckled, but Tong Zhihan couldn't hear his voice either.
Tong Zhihuan picked up the book and put it back in the library.
Then he went to his old room, lay down and fell asleep.
He was exhausted both physically and mentally from the long journey, and he fell into a deep sleep.
I can finally take a break.
The Taoist priest once said that he would return at the turn of May and June.
He came back this time also to see Mr.
…
The next morning.
Tong Zhi woke up, fetched a bucket of water from the well and washed himself. After washing himself, he planned to write a medical history under the peach tree.
But as soon as he sat down, he realized something was wrong.
"Why is this book here again?"
The book that was put back in the library yesterday appeared in front of the table again.
This shocked Tong Zhihua.
He understood that this could not be due to his misremembering, and someone must be up to something.
"fool."
The woman sitting on the peach tree swaying her legs laughed and made fun of him. She looked at Tong Zhihuan and found him even more interesting.
Of course, she only dared to make fun of him quietly.
Anyway, Tong Zhihua couldn't see her, let alone hear her.
Unexpectedly, she would stop laughing in a few moments.
Tong Zhihuan walked into the Taoist temple and took down the sword held by the statue.
"How dare the demons act so unbridled here!"
"Don't come out yet!"
Tong Zhihuan's eyes were sharp and he scanned the courtyard.
There seemed to be a chilling air permeating the sword.
The face of the woman sitting on the tree suddenly changed, and she suddenly felt something bad!