Meng Xinghe always felt that he must know the person guarding the top floor. With this suspicion, he and Wu Meiniang walked up the stairs to the third floor.
The design of this staircase is in a spiral structure, just like climbing a tower. And the further you go up, you will not see any windows that are dug for ventilation and light. They are different from the place where Sun Simiao was on the second floor just now. .
"Isn't the person here also an old man who doesn't like to see the light?" I muttered in my heart, having already seen the entrance to the top floor.
"Is this the top floor?" Meng Xinghe looked at the affirmative expression on Wu Meiniang's face and confirmed that this was the fourth floor.
Unlike the other three floors, the entrance to the top floor was equipped with a door. Wu Meiniang walked forward and put her hand on the door. It seemed simple, but she was knocking on some code word to request to meet.
"Little Guitou, come in, why didn't you go to Xuandao Temple today to learn Taoism from your master?" An old voice came from inside.
Wu Meiniang's face was filled with joy. She turned back to Meng Xinghe and said, "Let's go, Grand Master is inside."
Meng Xinghe took a step forward. When he walked over, he suddenly thought that Wu Meiniang had just called the person inside him Grand Master, and the three old men below were all masters. And it was said that Wu Meiniang's master was Yuan Tiangang. Could it be that the person inside He is Yuan Tiangang’s master.
I fork.
Yuan Tiangang's master is probably a more awesome person than Yuan Tiangang.
"Meiniang, you call that person Taishifu, but what about your master?"
"My master's Xuan Dao Temple is on the outskirts of Chang'an City. Let me tell you, in fact, my master's name is Li Chunfeng, but I have followed my master since I was a child to visit Lingshan and Dacheng. Every time I go somewhere, those who have seen us are like I knew that my great master was accompanied by a little girl, so I said that I was his disciple," Wu Meiniang said coquettishly. In fact, people outside said that she studied under Yuan Tiangang. In fact, that is not correct. She He comes from the school of Yuan Tiangang, but his master is not Yuan Tiangang, but Li Chunfeng, a disciple of Yuan Tiangang, who is also a great fortune teller.
Meng Xinghe suddenly realized that the rumors outside that Mei Niang was a disciple of Yuan Tiangang were completely wrong. Her master was actually Li Chunfeng, a disciple of Yuan Tiangang.
Just now Wu Meiniang called the people inside to call her Grand Master. Could it be that the guy at the top is, "Yuan Tiangang,"
These three words immediately flashed through Meng Xinghe's mind. Since Wu Meiniang calls the people inside them Grand Master, then the people on the top floor are the people Meng Xinghe has long wanted to see.
With a "pop" sound, Meng Xinghe pushed the door open anxiously.
Contrary to imagination, the whole room is not surrounded by the smoke of burning sandalwood, nor are there any very esoteric and profound pictures decorated like star diagrams or Zhouyi Bagua. Such a bland top floor is indeed suitable for Taoism. Ren Qingxiu glanced around, and immediately Meng Xinghe saw the old man sitting on the futon meditating.
The old man sat with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating. He was wearing a light blue Taoist robe. His face was thin and there was no excess fat on either side. He held a whisk in his hand. He was mumbling words for a while and shaking his head for a while. He sighed, and for a moment he seemed to be thinking about a profound question. Such a strange expression was quite obvious on the old man's face.
"Ahem," Meng Xinghe sat in front of the old man.
"Master Yuan, do you still recognize me, from Mengjia Village, Taoyuan County?" Meng Xinghe stared at the old man. As he got closer, he discovered that there was a stack of rice paper in front of the futon, and it seemed that on each stack of rice paper, there were drawings There is a portrait on it.
No wonder Yuan Tiangang is moody. It turns out he is studying these pictures.
Meng Xinghe picked up the first painting that Yuan Tiangang was thinking about.
The painting is not too heavily colored, but a woman with a knife is painted in light ink, and there is a prophecy below.
"The sun and moon are shining in the sky, shining down on the earth below,"
"It's complicated and confusing, and it's neither literary nor martial,"
Meng Xinghe had never been good at interpreting poems, and he didn't understand what these sentences meant. However, he just secretly caught a glimpse of Yuan Tiangang's expression on his face when he picked up the painting, as if he was waiting for his answer to match his. mean.
"Hey, it's too profound, I can't understand it," Meng Xinghe put the picture back in front of Yuan Tiangang and said helplessly, his expression really was that.
Yuan Tiangang opened his eyes. Those eyes were neither cloudy nor shrewd. They were just plain with a mysterious halo, like a diamond embedded in an ordinary black stone. And that diamond is the essence of the entire stone.
"Ha, it turns out he's a boy from the Meng family." Yuan Tiangang recognized at a glance that the person in front of her was the young master of the Meng family who he helped to resurrect the corpse. Then she called: "Little ghost head, go make a cup of tea for your teacher, and help Mr. Meng by the way." Make a cup too,"
Wu Meiniang left the two of them sensibly. She seemed to be quite familiar with this place, and walked into a door in a few steps, probably to make tea.
After seeing Wu Meiniang leave, Yuan Tiangang picked up the painting of the woman with the knife: "Did you see anything about it?"
Meng Xinghe shook his head, he was not good at riddles.
"If you don't see it, then from now on, these pictures are useless," Yuan Tiangang said in one sentence, his hands already placed on the stack of rice papers with images on them, as if he was ready to tear them up.
I don’t know why this old man tore up the picture for no reason. After all, it was something made by Yuan Tiangang himself. He had to exchange a few taels of silver for it.
"Old man, if you tore it apart, why not give it to me as an advantage," Master Meng said so shamelessly.
Yuan Tiangang, who was about to tear up the drawings, thought for a moment and gave all the stack of drawings to Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe weighed it in his hand, and found that it was quite heavy. He took it to the antique shop outside, and with the sign of Yuan Tiangang, it must be worth Wan'er's 8,000 taels of silver.
Putting the ancient scroll into his sleeve, Yuan Tiangang saw Master Meng's love for money and smiled, stroking his beard and saying: "I remember that I gave you three things. Are they all on you now, or are you I bought them a long time ago,"
Damn old man, I didn’t ask you, but you turned around and blamed me.
Okay, let's settle the accounts clearly today.
After a pause, Meng Xinghe said the question he wanted to ask a long time ago, and said: "Old man, let me ask you, is your name Tianjizi?"
Yuan Tiangang didn't answer and laughed loudly: "What do you think?"
Meng Xinghe rolled his eyes and said: "Then say, you are me." A surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart. If the Yuan Tiangang in front of him was the person named Tianjizi, then twenty years ago, He had tricked the previous Taiping Sect Saint King, and twenty years later, he would most likely trick him again.
Meng Xinghe would not make a mistake even if he fell down twice in one place.