The third dismissal bell rang, and students walked out of their respective study rooms. Some long-term students hurried to the kitchen hall to avoid missing the special meal on the first day of school. Some students who were going back to Chang'an City
They hurried to the courtyard meadow so as not to miss the celebration banquet of the friends in the city, while most students packed up their books and walked toward the depths of the academy along the quiet lane next to the bookstore.
He raised his head and glanced at the signboard, knowing that that direction was Jiujiu. Thinking of the earnest instructions from the chief professor in the first class this morning, Ning Que couldn't help but feel some curiosity. He waved goodbye to Chu Youxian and followed the crowd.
Walk towards that alley.
There is no regular pattern in the distribution of the buildings in the academy. There are a few corridors in the east and a few corridors in the west, scattered among the meadows at the foot of the mountain, but they give people a natural feeling.
Countless lanes, quiet and quiet, extend in all directions. If there are no signboards, no one knows where the road ahead will lead.
Ning Que appeared to be joking on the surface, but deep down he was not very willing to go with the crowd. He deliberately separated himself from the crowd after only a few steps, and walked quietly in the alleyway. The spring sun at noon shrouded his head, and the flat eaves beside the alleyway
It formed a neat black mark, just pressing down on his right shoulder, which made him feel a little heavy.
He walked quietly like this. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally walked out of the alleyway. Suddenly, his eyes were bright and open, with extremely fresh scenery. Ning Que lifted the wind-blown scarf to the back of his neck and looked at the large wetland in front of him.
Lin Ze, looking at the lush water pines and green bamboos, realized that there was such a beautiful scenery deep in the academy.
There are endless reeds growing in the water. The autumn wind has not dyed them yellow and white at this time. The straight waist is green and tender in the spring breeze, looking like a dense field of corn stalks. The dry wind blows from the bank of the river.
Walking through the forest, and being filtered by these steamy green poles, it becomes cool and pleasant again.
Ning Que walked on the stone path next to the wetland, looking at the fish in the shadows in the water, and listening to the chirping of unknown insects in the forest beside him. The string in his heart that had been tightened for more than ten years seemed to be nourished by the radiant energy.
Being gently rubbed by the shade of the trees, it gradually became loose and soft. Occasionally, when a classmate passed by, he nodded politely but did not speed up his pace.
The stone slabs underfoot are unpolished, with uneven bumps just enough to prevent slipping. They are laid out from the study alley, go around the wetland, and then extend into the forest. Thousands of stones are densely packed into a flat path, forming a
We followed a very long stone path and finally arrived in front of an old three-story wooden building among the green forests at the foot of the mountain.
This three-story wooden building has an ordinary appearance. It doesn't have any splendid decorations or cornices. It just simply rises from the mountain. However, the varnished wood should not be ordinary. Looking at the weathered weather,
The traces left by the years have been standing quietly in the depths of this academy for who knows how many years, but there are no traces of decay in any detail.
Ning Que raised his head and looked at the horizontal plaque with the word "Jiu" written on it above the wooden building. He couldn't help but wonder, are the teachers in this academy too lazy to call a Tibetan "Jiu" just because it is older?
"I know you are curious as to why this building is called Old. In fact, the reason is very simple, because this building is responsible for collecting books for the academy, and books are only used to record our thoughts. Once things like thoughts jump,
When something comes out of the mind and is written down on paper, it is no longer new; it is just an old thing, so any book is an old book."
There were already many people gathered downstairs. In front of the closed wooden door, a middle-aged academy teacher was explaining to students the origin of the name Jiu with a smile.
"You are now a member of the academy, so you must remember that in our academy there has never been a saying about cherishing writing paper, and there is no rule about kowtowing before a book in tribute. A book is a book. It is just a tool and is by no means sacred.
Only our thoughts are fresh. To let you remember this, this building is called Old."
The students nodded and accepted the instruction, but not all of them understood the meaning hidden in these two simple words. Ning Que vaguely understood it, but he didn't know whether his understanding was completely correct.
"Let me tell you about the old rules." The middle-aged teacher responsible for managing the old school continued with a smile: "There are two teachers and four administrators here. Our task is to serve all teachers and students, so we work around the clock.
You can come over and read at any time, but there are three points you must remember."
"First of all, the reason why Jiu has the richest collection of books in the world is because in addition to having an organization of a hundred people responsible for searching for books in various countries, your senior brothers from the past are also spending a lot of money to buy books. They work very hard and they spend a lot of money, so
Please wash your hands when you are reading, and do not spit on the books when discussing. Don’t take too much care of them, but don’t treat them like toilet paper in your own toilet.”
"Secondly, we can't find more books, so when you want to read a certain book but find that you can't find it, please question yourself first, whether the book you want to read is worth reading - if so
So is Meat Futon the most exquisite Hejian novel? If it is the Dongzheng story novel, is it the most representative of the big rivers? If not, then don’t ask us again, because that means we have judged what you want to read.
Those books are meaningless."
"The last and most important point is that it is strictly forbidden to take any books out of the old school, and it is forbidden to copy them. Don't look at me in this way, and don't try to instill any spiritual indoctrination into me such as free sharing. The rules in the academy are the rules.
Professor Cao Zhifeng from Class C in the morning must have taught you with his fists. The rationality of these rules cannot be questioned by you. As for the good intentions and deep meaning behind the rules, you can unconditionally understand and feel inexplicable, but don’t expect me to tell you
explain."
The teacher stood under the old horizontal plaque and looked at the students with different expressions with a smile. The smile looked extremely hateful, like a loan shark and a miser showing off his gold to seduce the poor. He said slowly: "Don't try to challenge
This last rule, even if you are the best book thief in the world, if you want to use your skills in old times, you will only end up with one end, and that is death... a very miserable death."
The students were in an uproar. Ning Que stood outside the crowd and shook his head. He thought that even if the building has the richest collection of books in the world, but you are not allowed to copy or lend it out, how can you remember it? About the collection of books in the building.
He had other doubts, but he thought that others might have the same doubts as himself, so he suppressed his eagerness and waited.
Sure enough, one student raised his arms and asked loudly: "Sir, do you think there are all kinds of books in the library?"
Mr. Xi's eyes moved slightly, and he found the student who dared to raise a question in the crowd. He frowned slightly and said with great displeasure: "Do you have any doubts about my statement?"
"Students don't dare." The student trembled slightly when he was frightened by the teacher's gaze, and said, "The student is just... the student is just curious, are there any... um, books on spiritual practice in the building?"
Mr. Xi's face turned slightly bright, he raised his chin and smiled, confident, proud and contemptuous to the point of being pointed out by thousands of people: "In the eyes of the world, those so-called books on the Mysterious Door are probably extremely rare, but for our academy
What's the difficulty? If you want to read the legendary seven volumes of the Heavenly Book and the Lanke Buddhist Sutra, they are indeed not available in the building. But other than that, I really don't know of any spiritual practice books that you can think of but can't find!
"
After hearing these words, Ning Que, who was standing outside the crowd, slowly clenched the fists in his sleeves. Although his expression did not change much, his heartbeat accelerated a little for no reason. He subconsciously raised his head and stared at the building in front of him.
An ordinary three-story wooden building, the burning eyes seemed to set this wooden building on fire.
Entering the world of spiritual practice has been his dream since childhood. Although he was hit several times and even yesterday, the reason why the dream is beautiful is precisely because it is difficult to realize, but it attracts you to keep trying and working hard, and from time to time you let go.
I hope to expose my little tail to tempt you and moan softly: Come after me, come and catch me!
He had long given up hope of entering the world of spiritual practice, and suddenly found that he could enter and exit a wooden building full of spiritual books at will. For a man who spent all his time on the frontier when he was a child, he went to several markets to buy a copy of Taishang Induction.
For the young man in this chapter, this is such a sudden and overwhelming happiness!
"I would like to remind all students, don't look too fiercely and greedily, otherwise we will be burned, and the dean will cut us all into peach blossom branches and swallow them with wine."
The teacher downstairs looked at Ning Que outside the crowd with a half-smile, and then suppressed his smile. He looked at the students seriously and said, "I must warn you, those mysterious books that you are curious about cannot be memorized, they can only be experienced."
, as for the reason, I still can’t explain it. After all, manpower is sometimes limited. If you don’t have the potential to practice, but you have to force yourself into astronomy and procrastinate, it will give people a sense of oppression caused by the vicissitudes of time. People outside the building have a brief introduction
Silently, he straightened his clothes, collected his composure, stepped over the threshold and walked in.
The inside of the building is much larger than it looks from the outside. There are countless simple bookshelves neatly arranged in the wide space. The bookshelves are arranged according to six subjects and age categories. All the books you can think of are displayed on them, ranging from old to new and old to different heights.
In one place, like countless sages and celebrities from countless years, they are looking at you mischievously side by side.
After the students entered the building, they quickly dispersed and went to look for the books they were interested in. Ning Que walked among the bookshelves alone, taking out a book from time to time to read, and then found a book case next to the window with pen and ink on it.
Paper and inkstone, I couldn’t help but wonder why I had to prepare these things since I couldn’t copy them.
He found a copy of Wang Xinglong's regular script in the Nanjin book area. Ning Que took it out and studied it while walking casually. Gradually, the place around him became quieter and quieter. When he raised his head, he saw a clean staircase appearing in front of him.
Stairs are used to go upstairs. Now that he is on the first floor, above the stairs is the second floor.