The Midyear Festival is approaching, Ye Wanyun is infected with the wind cold, and the light spirit, who has not yet ended the summer vacation, volunteered to go to the temple to add sesame oil to the enshrined Changming lamp.

After entering Beijing, Ye Wanyun regretted more and more that she could not worship in front of the graves of her relatives, so she avoided the temples frequented by rich and noble families, and lit everlasting lanterns for the deceased elders in the Jishan Temple in the south of the city.

Usually, I donate the sesame oil money by the master to do it on my behalf, and I go there in person every New Year's Day, and the younger generation personally performs filial piety to show more sincerity.

Wuwu and Ah Ji will not leave the Sun Mansion at the same time, and they will always leave one to protect the family.

No matter how stable the life in front of them is, the family still has a sense of crisis.

Lu Qingniang is like a catastrophe that will come at any time but don't know when, so that their heads are always covered with dark clouds.

When she goes out lightly, she usually follows without worry, which can not only ensure safety, but also make decisions in the name of her elders.

Two days before the Midyear Festival, it happened to be the day of rest, Uncle Futian drove and took Qingling and Shiyun out of the city to Jishan Temple.

Shiyun is not only ingenious, but also careful and thoughtful, learns things quickly, and is even more loyal to the light spirit.

As long as it is a matter of light and agile explanation, it is never questioned, it is carried out without discount at all, and it is never too much to talk about, and it is a very intimate and useful girl.

Originally, Xiao Zhe also wanted to follow, and said lightly and solemnly: "We are all gone, and there is no one to take care of my mother." ”

He can't climb the mountain, and he has to take turns carrying it for a while, which is too tiring, so let's wait until he grows up.

So he offered to stay at home to take care of his mother, and Qingling promised to come back and bring him good food.

Jishan Temple is in the mountains south of the city, not close to the city, and the road is not easy to walk, which is why the magnates do not like to go.

They prefer to go to the royal temple of Da Ci En Temple and the Yangquan Temple in the north of the city.

There are more people near the festival, and the light spirit and his party rushed to the temple, added sesame oil, and used vegetarian fasting, and it was only the end of noon.

On the mountain at the end of summer, the water is murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the trees are gradually colorful, the temperature is not cool or dry, and the heart of play is light.

It's not easy to go out, you can't add sesame oil and leave, anyway, it's still early, just go back for an hour.

Seeing the beautiful scenery in the mountains without worry, I was also moved, so I took Qingling and Shiyun up the mountain together.

The carriage couldn't come, so Uncle Fukuda drove and waited at the foot of the mountain.

After eating the candy (this is the experience of the light spirit after coming to the temple, with the candy, take the little novice for a minute, and if they know it, there is nothing they can't ask), enthusiastically tell them:

"If you are tired of walking, go up from the path to the left of the viewing pavilion, go through a crevice in the mountain covered with rattans, go around a cliff, and there is a Taoist temple, you can go in and rest your feet and ask for some water.

Now the vegetation is lush, and the road is not often walked, and it is almost obscured, but you can still find it if you look carefully. ”

Qingling nodded and thanked him, no wonder they came to Jishan Temple many times but didn't know that there was a Taoist temple in the mountain, which was so hidden.

When the group walked to the viewing pavilion, there was really a path on the left that was about to be covered by grass, and it was impossible to find it if you didn't look closely.

After all, Qingling couldn't resist his curiosity, so he used the excuse of being thirsty to go to the Taoist temple.

Carefree is a casual person, and she also knows her virtue, so she took the initiative to open the way in front and took them in.

After walking for two quarters of an hour, I really saw a Taoist temple, and the door plaque said that the cloud view was written.

The Taoist temple is built according to the mountain, the trees are shaded, although there is no gorgeous building and magnificent momentum, but it is also quiet and simple, it is a good place for Qing cultivation.

Qingling knocked on the mountain door to explain his intentions, added twenty taels of sesame oil money, and was entertained.

The Taoist temple is not big or small, it seems that there are not many people, there are few Taoist priests, and there are almost no pilgrims, and I don't know what to rely on to feed.

The view leads to the clear stream of living water, the flowing water is murmuring and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and a lot of flowers, trees and fruit trees are planted, which is indeed a good place.

They drank tea, ate some dried fruits, walked around the Taoist temple, saw several Taoist priests of different ages, satisfied their curiosity, and were about to leave.

The Taoist who attracted the visitors said that in another month, the mountains would be colorful and the fruits of various colors would be ripe one after another, and he politely invited them to come again when they were free.

The Taoist chief sent them out, and a little Taoist priest stepped forward and said, "Uncle Shi, Duansi Taoist is invited." ”

So the Taoist chief apologized and left, and asked the little Taoist priest to take them out.

A strange feeling welled up in Qingling's heart, Duan Si, why are these two words so familiar?

With the talent of unforgettable, she quickly remembered her grandfather's name Du Zhengli, and he was born and entered the Tao for many years without returning, is there any connection between these two people?

The mother was not angry with her in-laws who treated her like her own daughter because of Du Zhiqian's betrayal, and she was worried that she would forget her roots when she was young, so she read the family tree many times.

Du Zhengli has been out for many years without any news, and there have been many deaths from wars and plagues for many years, and the clansmen have speculated whether he died unexpectedly outside.

Ye Wanyun was worried that if he really died, but because he couldn't enjoy the incense of his descendants, he became a lonely ghost, so he enshrined an ever-bright lamp in Jishan Temple to pray for blessings.

Later, she also painted the portrait of the old couple and the tablet of her biological parents and enshrined it in the small Buddha hall at home, incense in the morning and evening, and worshiped at four o'clock, and also used as an ancestral hall.

In addition to the three of them mother and son, only Grandma Lin and Grandpa Lin can enter the Buddhist hall, and Qingling is very familiar with her grandparents who have never met.

Empress Taizu popularized sketching and became a part of painting, Ye Wanyun was interested in Jinshi before, and she learned sketching well, and the portraits she painted were also very realistic.

It would be nice if she could see Duan Sidao's side, she would be able to recognize it at a glance.

The little Taoist priest is probably not a common outsider, and after receiving the light candy, he is even more lively and enthusiastic, and he introduces himself as a thought.

was thinking wildly, Yi Nian tripped over a pebble and almost fell, the post in his hand fell to the ground, Shiyun quickly helped him steady, and lightly picked up the post on the ground and handed it to him.

Yi Nian breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it didn't get dirty, this is a book post written by Duansi Dao Chang, and his old man easily doesn't write for people." ”

Qingling's heart moved, and he quickly pretended to be interested and said, "Oh, can I take a look?" ”

Yinian handed it to her, opened it lightly and looked at it carefully, she was very surprised, isn't this the word of her grandfather Du Zhengli? She didn't know how many times she had been in the rub since she was a child.

Compared with the previous words, his words are more and more graceful, and they are more free and elegant.

My mother said that he was talented and upright, not only did he do very well in his articles, but he was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The handwriting is even more outstanding, and there is already a sign of starting a sect, but unfortunately because there is no future, he is discouraged and embarks on the path of cultivation.

When sorting out things before leaving, my mother finally only disposed of all Du Zhiqian's things, and all the things of my in-laws that could be stored for a long time were sorted out and sealed in boxes.

Du Zhengli's calligraphy and painting manuscripts were all sorted out, and the ones that should have been burned were burned, and most of them were sealed in his study, in case when his old man came back?

I took a few of my favorite handwriting with me to the capital, thinking that I would make handwriting stickers for my children in the future.

So Qing Ling recognized it at a glance, and with the word Duansi, he was basically sure that he was his grandfather.

Many years ago, since his son married his old wife and passed away, he only brought one retinue to hand over the family business and went out to cultivate, and it has been fourteen or fifteen years now, and there has been no news of him.

(End of chapter)