Bai Zeqing put the wood carving figure carefully close to his body, got up and stretched, only to feel energetic and comfortable.

The smile was not yet fully blooming, and as soon as she lowered her head again, the corners of her mouth froze, and her face gradually became difficult to see: inside and outside the house, on the table and on the floor, and even on the bed, there was gravel, dead branches, leaves, and flower petals...... and tea cups with broken porcelain pieces.

Bai Zeqing closed his eyes and sighed: Is there any of the Xuandao Sect's techniques that can automatically clean up the room?

After the puppet spirit technique is practiced, can you raise a puppet who specializes in cleaning chores?

But now it's useless to think about it, Bai Zeqing still honestly took the broom, sprinkled it, made the bed, and had a bunch of ...... to clean.

What kind of wind is blowing? When the wind blows, the wind blows, why do you have to turn for yourself? Turn around, shouldn't such a little girl be a few petals fairy, what kind of excitement is the sand and gravel dust?

Bai Zeqing only felt that she had never missed her little maid who always loved to guard her and cry - what happened to being nagged by the little maid day by day? Someone is here, although she doesn't say that she is coming to stretch out her hand for food to open her mouth, when has she seen these miscellaneous things in her eyes?

When the house is cleaned to the extent that it can barely accommodate people, then go to the clean room to wash and change clothes. After finishing all this, she looked at the sky, and it was bright.

Bai Zeqing blinked, and the doubt in his heart that he always felt that he had forgotten something important finally became clear: Xiao Shami didn't come to call her for morning exercise today! Why? At this hour, I'm afraid it's time to go to the dining hall for dinner.

Bai Zeqing thought about it, went to the newly renovated small kitchen on the westernmost side of the courtyard to make a simple plum blossom glutinous rice roll and put it in the food box, and then carried a few books on the desk that had been read and ran to the scripture building.

Gently pushing open the wooden door of the Tibetan Scripture Building, the sound of "squeak" disturbed the silence of the Tibetan Scripture Building, Bai Zeqing quickly stopped for a moment before continuing to push a little, for fear that the wooden door would make another noise and disturb the sweeping monk-

The first time he went to the Scripture Building, he was cleaning in the sword spectrum area, and as soon as Bai Zeqing turned the bookshelf in a daze, he suddenly looked back. Suddenly frightened, she screamed, retreated several steps, and almost fell.

Just, an old monk wearing a dark gray monk's robe and white hair, carrying his back, stared back at her fiercely, that feeling, Bai Zeqing now thinks about it with goosebumps.

When I first saw him, Bai Zeqing thought he was a mute, but his ear power was very good. Later, when I talked about this person with my senior brother, I learned that the sweeping monk and the Zen master Cifa were the same generation, and they practiced closed-mouth Zen, and they also invited themselves to guard the Tibetan scripture building.

Bai Zeqing inexplicably felt that this great monk was a little more unfathomable, probably very powerful.

Bai Zeqing carefully closed the door, slowed down, crept in, first put the snack box in the middle of the bookcase by the door, and then walked through the sword spectrum area with the scroll, and put the several books in his hand back to the exercise charm area in turn, and then walked towards the second floor.

She wanted to see the book "Anecdotes of Cultivating Truth" mentioned by Zen Master Cifa.

Stepping on the old wooden staircase made a "creaking" sound, Bai Zeqing immediately felt that his hairs stood up, and when he looked back, at the end of the aisle, the sweeping monk was really holding a broom and looking at her quietly.

Bai Zeqing immediately stood up straight, took out the key on the second floor and shook it, and said, "It was Zen Master Cifa who asked me to find a book." Then he hurriedly pointed to the bookcase, "Master, I made vegetarian snacks, you can taste it." ”

The sweeping monk still looked at her, and when he saw Bai Zeqing, he felt a trace of cold sweat oozing from his vest, so he turned around and left.

Bai Zeqing didn't care about the sound at this time, took three steps and made two steps, and ran upstairs with a stagger.

When I reached the wooden door at the end of the stairs, I stopped, took a few breaths, opened the copper lock, and walked in.

The second floor of the scripture building seems to be an inaccessible place, where the books are like ashes, and it can be seen that no one will turn them.

Bai Zeqing didn't expect that there were so many books on the second floor, and he didn't know where the notes of the monk You Fang were, so he randomly picked out a few volumes of codex on the bookshelf.

When I opened a volume, I saw that the front was full of portraits, and the back included the life of this person - who was the surname, which sect, how he was a person, because of what he entered the Tao, what Tao he entered, how many years of ups and downs, "returned" in a certain year and a certain month, and finally after the dust settled, the judgment given by the descendants.

There are also some people who disappeared halfway, disappeared halfway, and were expelled from a certain sect, each side these days, and the follow-up is unknown.

This volume is actually a chronicle of people in the cultivation world for many years. I don't know if there is any cultivator from their Xuandao Sect in this.

Bai Zeqing knew very little about cultivation, and the master didn't like to say much, but seeing these characters at this time was like opening the door to a new world.

I don't know how long it took, Bai Zeqing was so noisy by the earth-shattering suona sound and noisy crying that he raised his head from the book.

She was a little surprised, listening to the spring temple has always been pure, the most heard sound is the morning bell and dusk drum, sending the Buddha to chant the scriptures, the birds in the forest, the sound of the mountain spring behind the forest, how can anyone come here to cry, and there is also the sound of suona? There are no weddings and funerals in this temple, and there is no opera troupe to sing on stage, how can anyone play suona?

She stood up with the bookshelf, walked to the window to look out, and saw a team of at least dozens of people, mostly female dependents, all dressed in linen and filial piety, under the escort of a group of people who looked like families, more than a dozen suona masters took the lead to open the way, stepped up the steps, and went straight to the direction of the wing.

Only then did Bai Zeqing suddenly remember the task that her master had given her before leaving for the first time: to find out the truth about the death of the prefect.

In fact, the master also said this to her casually, and she also made up her mind at that time to prepare for the next day to pray and worship and go to the Huo family, but she forced the puppet spirit technique and even turned over the child's visualization into the Dingxue Runic Dao, and pressed these things to the bottom in her mind. At this time, she was so troubled, she suddenly realized that the days passed quickly, and today was the first seven of the prefect.

She opened her eyes according to the method taught by her master, and the breeze was gentle, and she was pure, and she returned without resentment. It can be seen that the death of the prefect is strange. That day should not be the prefect's death, and Tingquan Temple should not be the place where the crime occurred.

I don't know if the case is closed, and how it was concluded. It must be unsatisfactory, and these people must be able to make trouble, so they will not even let go of Tingquan Temple.

Bai Zeqing looked at the monks outside the window who were forced to be helpless by the prefect's family, couldn't help but shake his head, and muttered: "It seems that it's time to go to Yuanzhou City." ”

When leaving the scripture building, Bai Zeqing put the few volumes in his hand back to the bookshelf one by one, but the last book was put in here, and another one was squeezed out there.

Bai Zeqing disgusted himself for being clumsy, went around the bookshelf to the other side to pick it up, and was about to put it back on the shelf, but found that it was a codex without a title. There was also a piece of paper on the ground, which was supposed to have fallen from the Codex.

She picked up the paper, it turned out to be a portrait, the portrait was wearing a half-new and not old robe, but it was not shabby at all, I don't know who the painter was, a few brushstrokes, this Taoist priest's elegance seems to have been through the back of the paper.

Who is this person?

Bai Zeqing flipped to the back of the portrait, and unlike the previous portraits, there was not a word on the back of the painting.

Bai Zeqing has been painting since he was a child, and he can feel at a glance that this painting is very good, with deep brushwork and expressive portraits, and it is impossible for the painting to be wasted...... Then, how can there not be a word?

She was puzzled. At this moment, the sound of suona came through my ears again and went straight into my mind.

Bai Zeqing suddenly gave up thinking, no longer entangled, picked up the painting and the dropped codex and prepared to take it back to read, if you don't understand, you can ask Senior Brother Zimo after class in the evening.

But looking at the big movement outside, can you talk about it later?