Wang Fan followed the old monk into the inner hall of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, such a large house, the house was full of books inside and out.

The old monk said, "It's noon, and those old scholars have gone to the dining hall to eat, and now is the time to whisper." ”

Wen Ren said: "Who wants to whisper to an old man of you." ”

The old monk touched his head: "I won't tell you, what are you anxious about." ”

They walked for a long time in the vast sea of books.

Each row of books is as tall as four people, and the bookcases on the walls lead directly to the ceiling.

The bookcases here are all dark gray tones, simple and solemn, and many of them have patches on them, and there is a slight difference in color between the cabinets, which has obviously been repaired many times.

Although the carpenter tried his best to sift through the color of the wood, Wang Fan could still make out it.

There are many books bound into boxes in the bookcase, Wang Fan took them down and flipped through them, all of them are traditional characters, and most of them can be distinguished by radicals.

Many of them are photocopies, and if they are yellowed ancient books, they may be broken and broken into foam after three or two turns.

The old monk asked playfully, "Do you know where these books were first written?"

Wen Renyu teased disdainfully: "Of course, it's the right turn printing city in the north of the city." ”

The old monk kicked him fiercely on the ass of Wen Renyu despite his age: "You know, 'Nancheng 480 Temple, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. 'Is this a verse?'

Wang Fan nodded, saying that in the Tang Dynasty, the emperor at that time believed in metaphysics very much.

The two largest schools of metaphysics at that time were orthodox Taoism and Buddhism.

When it comes to orthodox Taoism, the reason why orthodoxy is added to orthodoxy is that it is the five-bucket rice Taoism that arose in the Ming and Qing dynasties and some chaotic Taoist derivative sects such as ghost Taoism, so Taoism that was not divided before the Sui and Tang dynasties is collectively called orthodox Taoism.

At that time, the two sects fought fiercely.

Religion is closely linked to political warfare, and the religious beliefs of the emperors change almost every generation, if he believes in Buddhism, he will attack Taoism with Buddhism, and if he believes in Taoism, he will attack Buddhism.

At that time, the sects that were valued at the bottom could still get the imperial court pension, and the ones who were hit were likely to burn down the temple with a fire.

That's why there is this poem, four hundred and eighty temples, all gone, and you can't see them in the smoke and rain.

The old monk applauded and said, "I didn't expect Master Wang's cultural heritage to be good. ”

Wang Fan said: "When I was a child, the teacher talked about it. ”

The old monk continued what Wang Fan had not finished saying before: "At that time, many scriptures written by Taoists were burned, and the burning of books was no less than that of Qin Shi Huang's burning of books and pit Confucianism.

How much effort did it take to write these books, but they were gone, and when the emperor paid more attention to Taoism, people from all walks of life wrote again, so that the time to write the book was urgent, and the quality was not enough.

Later, a man named Li Chunfeng built an underground temple here, and printed some movable type and put it inside.

At that time, the mountain was more dangerous than it is now, and how he climbed up step by step, it was all lost and the wind and dust are unknown.

In short, the archaeological team later discovered this temple here, and when it was dug out, it was a treasure, and then a temple was built here to commemorate it. ”

Hearing the words of the people, I wanted to ask more, but after a few round doors, this library came to an end.

The old monk straightened his robe, and took down a thread-bound book from a wooden cabinet, and there was a mechanism behind the book, which he turned vigorously, and a ladder hung down from above and put it on the wall.

The old monk turned around and said, "Xiaoyu, and these two donors, you can wander around here, and Master Wang and I will go upstairs to talk, and we are not allowed to eavesdrop." ”

Wang Fan said: "They are all their own people, and they can only tell me one person if they have anything to say." ”

The old monk looked at Wang Fan, and his deep eyes were indifferent: "This has something to do with the poisonous oath that my old man made before, donor, please come with me." ”

Wang Fan followed the old monk up the ladder, as expected, there was still a bookcase on the second floor, but the color of the bookcase was changed to bright yellow, which felt clearer.

It is surrounded by balconies and breezy curtains, straw mats, carpets, and woven straw curtains half-hanging.

The old monk moved out a small wooden table not far from the balcony, took out two dipping doughs and put them under his buttocks, and then arrived at a cup of herbal tea to brew the mood before he began to speak.

"Have you seen this picture?" the old monk pulled out a gray, yellowed photo from his pocket.

Wang Fan recognized this photo at a glance, isn't this the photo he and Li Xiao got when they went to the Haoshan Building.

At that time, he saw this photo and took it out wrapped in two hundred dollars, but it was stolen by a thief when he went upstairs.

That thief is called the master of Moyu, could it be that Moyu made him do this, what is the purpose?

Or did the thief steal the picture by accident, and now, Wang Fan looks at the picture, and the face of the man in the middle has been gouged out with his fingernails, which indicates that this photo is the photo he got at the beginning.

"I've seen it, how can this picture be in the hands of the abbot. Wang Fan said curiously.

"It's a long story, but each of the five of us has a photo, but I tore it up myself. ”

"Why?"

"A lot of things happened at that time, I thought that the five of us would be good friends for life, but now everyone has dispersed, and there is no one to accompany us for a drink in the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

Wang Fan didn't ask any further, after all, this is someone else's private matter: "Since your photo has been destroyed, where did this one come from?" ”

The old monk said, "I found it on a small black market, and a very short man said he wanted to sell me something.

He tugged at the corner of my coat and said I would definitely need it, and I looked at the man and felt familiar, so I looked.

The other party confiscated my money, and when he saw that I received the photo, he disappeared in a blink of an eye, and his skills were a bit similar to one of my old friends. ”

"How do you know I've seen this picture?" Wang Fan looked at this monk with sharp eyes, and the other party's every move was in full view, if he said a lie, he would be discovered on the spot.

The old monk retracted his aimless words: "I remember where you have been to Wen Renyue, he always likes to talk about the events of the year."

The last time I talked to him, he mentioned you, and it seems that you are on good terms, so I wondered if you had seen this picture from him. ”

Is that the case, Wang Fan let out a sigh and said: "Actually, I saw this photo in a basement, and I took it out."

Someone stole it from me and sold it to you, and I don't know what's going on here. ”

Wang Fan told the old monk what happened in the basement at that time, and he did not hide it.

The old monk put the photo on the table and said: "When the war was in chaos, the five of us met, and then went to many places, and Miao Jiang was also one of them.

It's just that later you took your Yangguan Road, and I crossed my single-plank bridge, and this photo is all the members of the original expedition team. ”

(End of chapter)