For months, all the jīng houses in Songyang Temple have been full of people. Fortunately, although the weather is hot, the mountains are a place to escape the heat, and the jīng houses in the Songyang Temple are all hidden in the bamboo forest, and under the breeze, it is not difficult to bear it.

These jīng houses are only the occasional places where the incense guests stay, but now the people here do not go to the front hall to worship, but copy the books that are more than 100 years old in the jīng houses that burn incense and are elegantly decorated. In the capacity of these people, these things such as copying books are handed over to literate subordinates at home, or to booksellers who copy books in the bookstore, but now that volume of books has been allocated out early, no one thinks that there are too many, but there are few books that need to be copied by themselves. Not only that, everyone is 100,000 hard, and I can't wait for every word to be faulty. Of course, in addition to copying books, it is even more indispensable to visit the famous master of the Shangqing School in Maoshan Mountain.

Among them, Liu Ximing is the most attentive. However, no matter how skillfully he showed his insight and talent in front of Sima Chengzhen, the other party was no different from him and others. Especially when he learned that Du Shiyi didn't go to Sun Zifang's teahouse to taste tea, but went to see Sima Chengzhen, and then said goodbye without saying goodbye, Sima Chengzhen even greeted Song Fuzhen and Sun Taichong on his behalf, and he was even more jealous and hateful. At this moment, he once again went to the front of Yang Xìng to ask for a meeting, but after the report entered, it was the one who was said to have had a good relationship with Du Shiyi.

"The master of my family is about to see the master of Song Guan, Sun Daochang, and several Taoist masters of Songyang Guanzhong, I am afraid that I will not be able to spare time at this time, Liu Langjun, please come back at another time."

Although his face was silent, Liu Ximing remembered these various refusals, and he couldn't help but feel a fire in his heart, and then said with a forced smile: "Since Mr. Sima is going to see my uncle, why don't you let me accompany you?" ”

Sima Heiyun already knew that this young man who often came here was Song Fuzhen's nephew, so it could be seen that he was so unappreciative, he could only arch his hand and said: "Liu Langjun has good intentions, but my master has not yet recovered from the cold, so he ordered someone to invite Song Guan and Sun Daochang to meet here." Speaking of which, when he saw a group of people on the bluestone road walking here, he left Liu Ximing and went up to greet him.

In front of the door, Song Fuzhen saw his nephew come up to salute, with a somewhat expectant expression on his face, he knew that he had touched the nail again, so he wanted to find his own help. However, at this moment, when he thought that he had to report to the Chongtang Temple of Shuangquanling that he had finally gotten the news and would send someone to come at any time, he couldn't care about his nephew, nodded lightly and said: "Mr. Sima handed you the "Hug Puzi Note", you have finished copying it?" In the view, everyone is concentrating on copying without leaving home, and you should also be careful. ”

After eating a meal from his uncle, Liu Ximing reluctantly retreated. At this time, Song Fuzhen took all the Taoists into the Yangxìng residence. However, as soon as he entered the atrium, he saw Sima Chengzhen standing in front of an ancient locust tree in the center with his back hand, looking up at the canopy thoughtfully, as if he was muttering something. Seeing this scene, he slowly stepped up and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Sima has recovered." ”

"It's just a little wind chill that just got caught in the car and horses, and I know medical science myself, in fact, it's been good for a long time, and now it's just used as an excuse to close the door." Sima Chengzhen turned around and met all the Taoists one by one, and then he said, "For my little wish, but let these many people gather in Songyang Temple to be busy, it is really too exciting to talk about it." ”

Sun Zifang said with a smile: "These classics are shelved in the cabinet, and the secret is not revealed, so this time the viewer is willing to let everyone watch, not to mention these heroes from all walks of life who have heard the wind, that is, we are the people who are in the middle of the Tao, and they are not the same as not falling behind?" Mr. Sima may not know that almost without exception, those who received the important task of copying books were in duplicate, one was presented to Mr. Sima, and the other was left in his home. Not only that, but I also heard that many people have said to each other that they will borrow each other after the transcription, and after this grand event, everyone has benefited a lot, and Mr. Sima and the viewer have made it very convenient for everyone. ”

"Good for you, you are tall, obviously I have won the fruits of everyone without hard work, but in your mouth, it has become convenient for me and others."

Sima Chengzhen knew that Sun Zifang was just an excuse. In fact, in the past, it was absolutely unreasonable for the children of the family to ask for transcription. When he smiled, he saw that the rest of the Taoists were also laughing and echoing, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, I won't say these kind words to you. Today, I invite you to come, but because of another matter that has something to do with this copy. You are all people in the Songyang view, and you also know that the Songyang view, which is known as the first in Songshan, has a history in the past. This palace has hundreds of magnificent and solemn Songyang Temples, just a hundred years ago, and was once a Buddhist temple. ”

As soon as these words came out, some people frowned, some people were surprised, and some people were puzzled, but Sima Chengzhen said lightly: "People in my generation should not have a heart of contention. Since the Sanzang Master translated the scriptures, after the day to preach the Dharma, Buddhism gradually prospered, the supply of Buddhist scriptures in the market is in short supply, and it is necessary to use the engraved book for a while, even if a volume of Buddhist scriptures is often sold consistently, but good men and women often do their best to go home to read and worship. However, the posthumous works of our ancestors and so on are often cherished by the broom and never shown to others. ”

Seeing that everyone's faces were different for a while, especially Song Fuzhen's brows frowned slightly, he said bluntly: "I'm not accusing Lord Song Guan, after all, these books are precious things, and ordinary people may not be able to understand them." However, those books that cultivate oneself and cultivate oneself and the mediocrity of blessings are nothing less than tyrannical things. But it is a pity that those medical books and pharmacopoeias are blindly put on the shelf. For example, ordinary minor diseases, many quack doctors among the people are repeatedly unable to cure them, such as Zifang, even if the medical skills are extinct, but they can not really devote themselves to helping the world, regardless of their own practice. Therefore, I plan to have several medical books and pharmacopoeias, such as "Notes on the Materia Medica", "Prescriptions for Effective Prescriptions", "Auxiliary Recipes for Visceral Medication", and so on. ”

Hearing this, Sun Zifang suddenly realized. However, this matter is beneficial and harmless to Songyangguan, and he was the first to praise him: "Mr. Sima is benevolent, I am willing to assist!" ”

"Then I'll leave this matter to Zifang!" Sima Chengzhen didn't wait for the others to react and straightened it out, and waited until Sun Zifang was busy sideways to avoid it, and then he said to the others, "Everyone, since I have made up my mind, this matter is not only to copy the book, but also to proofread and annotate, I am afraid that even you will have to work hard, I thank you here." ”

Since the ninth generation of patriarch Tao Hongjing, each generation of suzerains has been valued by the emperor, with Sima Chengzhen's prestige in the Daomen, this ceremony and this thank you are naturally not trivial, even the older master Song Fuzhen, but also hurriedly humble. And it was only at this time that Sima Chengzhen said with a smile: "Before I went out of Tiantai Mountain this time, I once asked one of my disciples, Xue Jichang, to preside over the Taoist affairs, but I sent a letter and instructed another disciple Li Hanguang to rush to Songshan Mountain. In this way, you can also have more than one helper. ”

At this moment, Song Fuzhen vaguely tasted something wrong, he narrowed his eyes slightly for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Then Mr. Sima......"

"I'm a lot older, and if I can do something for my disciples, everyone can forgive me for being lazy." Seeing that Song Fuzhen suddenly realized, he immediately smiled and said that it was okay, and the others also complimented him one after another, Sima Chengzhen bowed slightly, and continued to say calmly, "However, since I have returned to Songshan, I also want to meet a few friends who I haven't met for many years." ”

The car came out of Songyangguan, remembering the relief when everyone heard that he would continue to stay, Sima Chengzhen couldn't help frowning. As an outsider, he has seen two generations of the son of heaven from mother and son, and he does not seek to be famous in the present day, and he must know that accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, and accompanying the king to discuss the Tao and talk about the mystery is not a completely beautiful thing. When he went to visit friends, he also wanted to take a break for a while, so as not to be remembered by others, especially the king of Zhao. After pondering for a long time, he instructed Sima Heiyun, who personally commanded the car: "Go to the thatched hut of Du Xiaolangjun at the foot of Junji Peak." When the books were finished, he used his method to bind them into thread-bound books. His suggestion has achieved a good deed, and I will do him a small favor. ”