After all the way, we finally returned to the stockade, and the trip to King Nammer's tomb came to an end. For the archaeological team www.biquge.info this time the losses were heavy, and they needed to go back and organize people to do rescue protection of the tomb of King Nammer. But in my opinion, this is not helpful at all, the whole mausoleum is afraid that it will be flooded, and it is empty, I really don't know what else needs to be protected.

I heard my grandfather say that this operation made the relevant departments attach great importance to it, after all, there were many things in the mausoleum, and there were no less than ten people who died.

After I came back with the monk, I stayed in the village and didn't go out again, but the fifth uncle never appeared. Although he knew that he was safe, there were still many things he wanted to ask him, especially the monk, who was always thinking about the treasures that the fifth uncle had harvested.

I originally wanted to make it clear to my grandfather that being a Taoist priest is really not suitable for me, so I'm going to forget it. Who knows, my grandfather didn't give me a chance to explain at all.

Throughout the holiday, the monk and I were locked up in the house by my grandfather for 'training', which can be regarded as a lesson for us to sneak to the mausoleum. Moreover, every day of classes is very full, except for rest, it is to follow my grandfather to learn the academics of related Taoist priests.

For a while, it seemed to go back to the era of reading the Four Books and the Five Classics, and all I came into contact with were traditional characters, not to mention knowing many words, and I had never even seen them. Monks, in particular, are sleepy when they carry a book, and their eyes can never be opened.

To be honest, I was able to enter the university for more than ten years, but now I am stumped by this Taoist culture. After all, what Grandpa asked us to learn was rote memorization.

I began to feel nostalgic for school, and I looked forward to the start of school every day so that I could leave the village.

"To be honest, Master Dao, I was not born to read books, and I have a headache when I pick up a book." It was rare that the grandfather was not there, and the monk began to be lazy, rubbing his head in pain, and moaning: "When is the head?" These words are the only ones who know the Taoist, how can the Taoist know them. ”

"Don't just break your mouth here, okay? I'm annoyed enough. I threw away the books in my hand and looked at the monk with a sad face, how could I still have the heart to continue reading.

"Uncle Shi, his old man is eager to cut our heads open and stuff everything into it."

The monk's reminder, I really remember. I've been learning too much lately, and I'm very impatient, and every day I don't have any intention of resting except for learning.

I don't know what grandpa thinks, I don't know that learning this thing is about graduality, do you have to take your time?

"Maybe grandpa thinks that this time we entered the mausoleum, we didn't have any ability, and we lost face." I said jokingly.

"What do you mean by being incompetent and losing face? Dao Ye, isn't that called ability? The monk patted his chest and swore to brag about himself.

I glanced at him with disdain, as far as you are concerned, you still have the ability, except for brute force or brute force. The advantage is that it runs faster than anyone else, and of course it's time to run for your life.

The path of learning the Tao is not something that can be completed overnight, and it takes time to slowly encroach on sexual immorality. It's not just the monk who thinks it, I also think that grandpa is too anxious this time? Could it be that there is something hidden that can't be done?

While I was pondering, I saw the monk staring at me intently, with worry in his eyes, which made me very puzzled. I can't help but think that this kind of look has been revealed by many people when they look at me since I returned to the village.

Although Grandpa did a good job of concealing it, he still didn't escape my instincts. Da Kui is very muna, and once when he saw me, he secretly shook his head and sighed. Originally, I didn't pay much attention to it, but now that I see that the monks are like this, my heart is anxious, are they hiding something from me?

"Monk." I shouted coldly, and the monk hurriedly turned his head away, his eyes glazed, and when he saw that I was silent, he looked at me with a weak heart. I approached the monk and stared at the monk, trying to remember the change in his expression, and asked solemnly, "Are you hiding something from me?" ”

The monk looked at me in surprise, his face briefly flustered, and although he recovered quickly, he still did not escape my eyes. The monk shook his head for a while: "What's the matter?" What can I hide from you? ”

I wanted to ask, but the monk ran out under the pretext of ignoring me. It made me think there must be a problem, and it was with me.

What's the matter with me? Why do they hide it from me?

For the next period of time, this matter kept me going up and down, but no matter who it was, they all said it was okay and said that I was thinking too much. What's more, at the end of the question, everyone began to avoid me.

The time to learn the Tao is very long, every day my grandfather also asked me to practice calligraphy with the monk, sometimes the monk also joked, saying that there is no emperor today, and the scientific examination has been abolished early, what is the use of learning the brush.

I don't know if I'm too involved in learning, or I'm using my brain too much, I always feel like I'm in a trance lately, and I'm blurry when I sleep at night, and I don't even know if I'm asleep or awake.

One morning, I got out of bed with a heavy head, and when I washed my face, I found that my hands were very dirty, my clothes were full of mud, and my nails were stuffed with black dirt.

I panicked, why did I go last night?

Last night, I was too tired, so I went to bed very early, and I changed into clean clothes before going to bed. What's more, although I don't have a so-called cleanliness fetish, my nails are usually clean, and I have never been so sloppy as I am today.

I hurriedly found the mirror, and inside the mirror, I was covered in dirt and black ashes on my face. The whole person looked like he had just returned from working in the field, and it was like climbing someone's chimney.

Sleepwalking?

For a moment, I thought of sleepwalking, which is only the case with sleepwalking, and I didn't even know what I was doing. But I've grown so old that I've never heard of sleepwalking.

I quietly washed up and changed my clothes. It's too evil, I don't want others to know, sleepwalking this kind of thing, although it's not glamorous, but I always feel very uncomfortable. Moreover, this matter is only my preliminary judgment, and no one knows the specific situation.

Ever since this happened, I have been careful every time I go to sleep, sometimes I want to use a rope to trap myself, and every day when I open my eyes, the first thing I do is to check myself and find that everything is okay, and then I breathe a sigh of relief.

Strangely, for the next ten days, there was no more than any sign. I was relieved and wondered at the same time, could something had gone wrong that night?

Day and night, the school finally opened, and in the envious eyes of the monk, I left my grandfather's village and went back to school. When I was leaving, my grandfather gave me two runes of paper and told me very seriously that the rune paper must not leave my side.

I'm still joking with my grandfather, saying that this is a peace charm or a god of wealth charm?

"Scholar, go back to school and take care of yourself, rest assured, when Dao Ye comes out of the mountain, I will come to see you as soon as possible." The monk stood beside him like a little daughter-in-law, as if he was still reluctant.

In my opinion, he longed for me to take him away and completely get rid of the suffering of learning the Tao from my grandfather. I couldn't help but laugh and teased the monk: "You should study the Tao hard and strive to be a reliable person." ”

After returning from the tomb of King Namer, it was almost more than a month, but the fifth uncle never appeared, and I also asked my grandfather, but my grandfather never talked about it.

I don't know where the fifth uncle went, how to say that the tomb of King Nammer that we entered together can be regarded as partners, at least when I leave, you have to be quiet.

My grandfather told me that when I go back to school, my studies are very important, but I must not let the things of learning go aside. He also gave me two books and kept telling me to read more books when I was free.

To be honest, for more than a month, the so-called magic really didn't learn anything, and the basic Taoism still learned a lot, although it was rote memorization, but at least it was no longer like before, I didn't know what I knew, and I needed to ask the monk everything.

There are still a lot of things that make me wonder, grandpa said, some things are not clear, and you can't learn them, only after practicing them yourself, can you deeply understand. It also reminded me of the trip to King Nammer's mausoleum, what I saw and heard along the way, which was related to Taoism.

Dao, I slowly stepped into the Dao.