The old man's eyes were like the sun, and the invisible rays of light suddenly became sharp through the dirty eyes, like countless swords piercing through my body, and then passed away. (Read the latest chapter for the first time)

My heart was shaken madly, what a terrible look, is he still human?

After a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze and said slowly, "There are no books like that here." ”

"I don't believe it." I seemed to be wandering on the edge of life and death, and I was in a cold sweat. It was not easy to calm down, but I found that the muscles in my legs and feet were soft and I couldn't use my strength. His body was trembling slightly. I am actually afraid!

The old man let out a long sigh, "Why did you buy that book?" ”

"There's a reason." I dragged those three words for a long time, as if in a childish revenge.

The old man laughed inexplicably, as if something interesting had happened. He looked at me again without blinking, but this time there was less of the oppression he had just now, "You can do it if you want a book, but answer me a question." ”

"Okay." I confidently agreed. I think I'm so smart that I don't say anything at night, how can there be someone who can't answer.

"Have you ever heard a poem?" The old man laughed dryly, "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. ”

I nodded, this famous poem, is known to everyone. The old man asked, "Do you know what this poem was like before it was changed?" ”

It's a bit difficult, but it's not hard for me. I opened my mouth and replied, "As a Bodhi tree, my heart is like a mirror." Wipe frequently and don't cause dust. Old man, isn't that so? ”

My face was quite proud, and I secretly hated that he was so scared that I was going to die just now, and I even forgave the honorific title of old man.

Yu Xin, who was beside her, pulled my sleeve hard to death, "What kind of dumb riddle are you playing?" I don't understand anything. ”

Seeing the old man's unhappy look, my heart was suddenly happy, and I didn't care about Yuxin's interruption, I explained, "This is a story about Tao and poetry, you know the sixth ancestor Huineng, right?" I don't know? It doesn't matter, I'll tell you.

"He was a great monk in the history of the country, famously blind, and although he could not read, he wrote very good poems. He was born poor and made a living by collecting firewood. Later, I heard people recite the "Diamond Sutra" and realized it, so I walked from Guangzhou to Hubei and went to Huangmei's five ancestors to learn Buddhism.

"His master, the Fifth Ancestor, is old, and he wants to pass on his mantle to his successor, but to whom? The Five Ancestors of Huangmei asked all the disciples to write a poem to see who had the highest perception of the Tao. The eldest disciple Shenxiu has a lot of experience, and wrote that the body of the Bodhi tree I just read is like a mirror platform. Wipe frequently and don't cause dust.

"The Bodhi tree is the place where Shakyamuni attained enlightenment, and being a Bodhi tree means that our body is as firm and strong as the Bodhi tree. The heart is like a mirror, which means that our heart should reflect all things like a mirror. For this reason, we should always wipe it frequently, so that our hearts do not become dirty, and do not let it stir up the dust of the world.

But the Sixth Patriarch Huineng thought that his senior brother had not really attained enlightenment, so in order to show his insight, he slightly changed the side of his senior brother Shenxiu to Bodhi without a tree, and the mirror was not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. As soon as the fifth ancestor heard Huineng's poem, he knew that the sixth ancestor's understanding of the Tao was higher than that of Shenxiu, so he passed on his mantle to him, but he was afraid that others would harm the sixth ancestor, so Huineng hurried south.

"The Sixth Ancestor walked for several days before the Fifth Ancestor announced to his disciples that Hui Neng was his successor. Shenxiu didn't say anything, but the other disciples didn't do it, and Huiming, who was born as a general, carried a knife to chase and kill Huineng. After Huiming chased Huineng, he didn't kill Huineng, and of course he couldn't kill Huineng, Huineng passed on some Tao to Huiming, and Huiming had some insights and returned to the Tao.

"Huineng wandered in seclusion in the hunter's pile, and fifteen years later, he went out of the mountain and went to the Faxing Temple in Guangzhou, where Master Yin Zong was lecturing. At this time, the wind blew the flag, one monk said that it was the flag, and the other said that it was the wind, and the sixth ancestor Huineng went over and said to the two monks, neither the wind moved, nor the flag, but the benevolent heart......"

At this point, I shuddered and looked at the old man with a horrified face, "Is there anything in that book that would kill the person who gets it?" ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Young man, you have a good understanding. That book is not something you can afford. If you die, do you want it too? ”

I pondered for a while before I resolutely said, "I have better the truth than my life." If I'm afraid of anything, I'm not me. What's more, I'm not the kind of short-lived character, and some fortune tellers say that I can live to be 160 years old. ”

Seeing that I was so stubborn, the old man said no more, and he silently went into the back room, took something that was wrapped in a square oilcloth, and handed it to me.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but at that moment, I seemed to feel that he had used up all the energy in his life, and the forehead lines like Shar Pei dogs were densely piled up, and he looked even older.

"Be careful." Before leaving, the old man whispered this sentence in my ear, but I didn't expect that this was actually the last sentence of this mysterious old man who had only met once.

That night, the old man's antique bookstore suddenly burst into a strange fire, burning the house, its furniture, people, etc., to the ground, and the bones remained......

When I returned to the second uncle's research institute, I entered the underground research room where Lu Yu's coffin was placed, and saw the second uncle and the crazy uncle, arguing about something with red faces.

When the two of them saw me, they immediately stopped arguing and asked in unison, "Have you found the book?" ”

"Of course." I made an OK gesture and said proudly, "Your nephew, I'm out of the horse, what else can't be done." ”

Yu Xin next to her immediately covered her stomach and made an expression of "I can't stand you".

Yexuan couldn't wait to lunge at me, stroking the book affectionately several times before untying the tarpaulin.

The book is not thick, the paper is yellowed, but the handwriting on the edges is not blurred at all, and it can be seen that it is very well maintained.

There were no words on the first page, and when they turned to the second page, everyone gasped.

The four of us looked at each other in shock, and the second uncle's hand holding the book trembled slightly.

On the second page, there are only two words - the Book of Tea.

"No way, this Book of Tea can't be true. The Book of Tea written by Lu Yu himself has long been destroyed, and now the folk collection is mostly the "Book of Tea" engraved by Wu Dan in 1542, and the Ming Dynasty Jiajing Renyin Jingling Ben. The second uncle was the first to cry out.

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