Sure enough, there is an inextricable connection between this place and the stones in the sea of his knowledge, and this guy will "captive" himself here.

Zhang Xu visualized the sea of knowledge again, and the light of the mending stone in it was like returning to its destination, and a faint five-colored glow flowed out of the sea of knowledge, covering his soul.

There are some fragmented memories that have passed into his soul.

"Squeak-"

It has been seriously aged, and the door with wood grain and red paint mottled and mixed slowly opens, as if recognizing Zhang Xu, revealing the interior of the hall.

In the center of the front yard, there is a bottle of bronze tripod, the pattern is simple, carved with a variety of exotic beasts, plants, rivers and mountains and rivers.

There are two cold pools on the left and right sides of the courtyard, which are like ancient wells without waves.

In front of the inner sanctum, there were two old peach trees, which drooped as if they had been subjected to frost and snow.

There was a statue of a god sitting in the temple, and he looked at it from afar and saw that it had been dusty for a long time.

For some reason, a complex emotion of a wanderer's return to his hometown arose spontaneously in his heart.

Zhang Xu's eyes flashed back some familiar pictures in a row:

The bottle of all things tripod, I had climbed into it when I was a child, and the heavy qi in the tripod could hold itself firmly in mid-air and play;

There are also two pools of clean and clean water, which not only tasted incomparably sweet in the past, but also had aquatic spiritual plants swaying and spirit fish swimming, and the picture was extremely beautiful;

The two peach trees planted in front of the side hall were too leafy back then, and the peaches that produced them could endure half a month without hunger, and there were often fairy birds inhabiting under the shade of the trees;

As for the statue of the god, it is the statue of Lingwa Niangniang who burns incense and prays day and night, and worships three times and knocks nine times.

……

When he came back to his senses, he was sure that he had been one of the Taoist children in this temple of mending heaven in a certain life.

It's just that how many years have passed since those lively pictures in memory?

Thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years?

The young man stepped through the gate, climbed the blue brick staircase, and went straight to the top of Wanwuding.

He stretched out his hand to caress the pattern engraved on it, but he didn't feel the majestic touch of the qi machine as in his memory, and he could barely sense a little bit of the qi that was sleeping deep in the ding, running as slowly as the old man in the twilight.

Zhang Xu pinched his fingers, and the Heaven Replenishing Stone returned the qi he had just absorbed to his fingertips.

The former raised his hand and poured a trace of qi into the ding.

Wanwu Ding let out a soft sound, and the operation of the qi engine slowly accelerated, like a giant beast slowly waking up from hibernation.

The boy waited in place for a few breaths, but Juding still didn't react.

He shook his head helplessly, and went to check other places first.

Hantan, because no one has taken care of it for many years, the water surface is covered with a dense layer of dust.

The dust did not dissolve in the water, nor could it sink in the pool, so it covered the huge surface of the water on both sides.

Zhang Xu repeated his old tricks, probed into the water, and injected a trace of his own qi into the pool water.

The water quickly reacted, as if it were boiling.

The dust instantly resembles volatile dry ice, emitting a little gas and then disappearing into the air.

After a few breaths, the water returned to its former cleanliness and cleanliness.

But those aquatic spirit plants and swimming spirit fish did not reappear.

The young man's interest had just risen, and a lot of it was extinguished.

Rao was like this, he still regained his mood and let the other pool of water also be tidy.

At the very least, it's a good thing that the water is back to normal, and it's much more pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Xu moved again, walked to the peach tree, stretched out his hand to touch the trunk, and also injected qi.

No matter how he injected the qi, the two peach trees did not react, and it seemed that they were powerless.

After the event, he sighed depressedly, walked to the door of the inner hall, and looked at the dusty statue of Lingwa Niangniang, looking lost.

What happened to this place, and now it is so ruined?

Shending is difficult to conceive a new qi machine, and the pool water is clear and there is no spirit fish.

The peach tree is thinning to the west mountain, and Lingwa is covered with dust in the void.

……

It's really a time to pass, and it's hard to cross!

The current appearance of this place is compared with the pictures in his memory fragments, and there is a huge gap.

This emotion continued to stimulate his spirit.

is like a person who has been away from home for many years, and when he returns from home, he finds that his home is overgrown with weeds and is barren;

The village that used to be full of smoke has also been ignored by chickens and dogs, and ten rooms and nine empty rooms.

If I could, I'd do a good job of renovating this place.

Even in a hurry, I can only restore the former glory of this place, I will do it!

Zhang Xu had made up his mind, turned to the left with a light car, and found a wooden barrel and rag from the side hall behind the peach tree.

Both of these are extraordinary things, and even after such a long time, the former does not rot, and the latter does not rot, and they are still used.

He walked briskly to the edge of the cold pool, squatted down, skillfully scooped up half a bucket of water, and went straight to the inner hall.

Because he came here, he was only a wisp of spirit, although he had no qi, but he had no physical body.

In this way, it is impossible to directly control the qi and manipulate the rag to scrub in the air, so you can only step on the altar by yourself.

"Lingwa Niangniang, please forgive your sins."

The young man sincerely confessed, picked up the rag that had become spotless after being soaked in clean water, and began to carefully wipe the statue of Lingwa.

Pure still water has many wonderful uses, "dirtless" is one of its characteristics, all the items that have been contaminated by it, will be washed away with lead, clean and dust-free.

Zhang Xu attached the pool water to the rag and carefully cleaned the thick dust on the statue of Lingwa.

With the help of this wonderful thing, the dust quickly disappeared into invisibility, and even the rag was not stained with dust.

Half an hour passed, and Zhang Xu cleaned the inner hall where the statue of Lingwa Niangniang was located, including the statue, desk, floor and wall.

Even the Wanwu Ding outside the hall was wiped by him several times.

The boy did not forget the two old trees, and fetched two buckets of water and watered them on the roots of a tall and a short and fat peach tree.

in the inner sanctum.

He wiped it very carefully, not sparing any tiny nooks and crannies, and checked it back and forth several times until there was no more dust on the statue of Lingwa.

The inside and outside of this hall have finally taken on a new look and restored to the appearance of the year.

After doing all this, the young man took out three sticks of incense from the sandalwood box on the right desk.

Lighting the incense with a gas machine, Zhang Xu began to pray according to his memory:

"All things are the same, and everything is the same glory.

The ancestor of the text, the virtue inherits the sacred;

Compassion from Lingwa, righteousness swings the nine palaces.

The five emperors of Litong, the mountains and rivers are equal;

……

Sit on the cliff, turn the pavilion, listen to the morning bell,

Listen to the sound of the lock and forget the streamer.

Ride the clouds to view the world, tread the water and have no borders. ”

After the prayer was recited, the young man walked to the futon again and bowed three times and bowed nine times.

After the salute, he opened his eyes.

The statue of Lingwa Niangniang is still smiling, gentle and loving, just like yesterday.

Zhang Xu exhaled softly, and the uneasy sense in his heart that had been born since the crossing went down at this moment.

Although he still didn't know what to do next, he finally found peace in his heart now.

"Jingle bells."

Just when the young man was thinking about how to deal with the catastrophe of the sect next, the magic bell on the desk sounded by itself, like a swallow's cry, crisp and beautiful, guiding him to look at the table.

A heavy book that had never been seen before appeared on the desk.

When he first scrubbed the desk, Zhang Xu didn't see the book existing.

Is it a gift from Lingwa Niangniang? The boy's mind moved slightly.

He first bowed to the statue of Lingwa, took two steps forward, walked to the desk, and picked up the ancient thread-bound book.

The cover is a simple dark blue, and there are four ancient characters dancing on it in the blank space:

"Strange Reputation".

The young man's heart was shocked, the word "Tianyu", isn't it the name of this continent?!

He slowly opened the cover, only to see that the title page was inscribed with a poem, a total of four sentences:

"There has been no thunder in the sky for a long time, and there is no order to be obedient."

"The rain does not wet things, and the fertile fields are yellow."

"The birds die of bitter heat, and the fish in the pond dry up their mud."

"Ten thousand people are still redundant, and only Artemisia Lai is the only one who raises his eyes!"